A Little Girl, Sad and Alone

I had to write this story for English and decided to put it up on here. I hope people enjoy it, it's a sad story.
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"Go on, get out! Yer ma and I 'ave some business to attend to!"

The little girl looked at her 'ma' slouched across the worn and torn couch, the strap still tight around her upper arm and the syringe, with its old blunt needle, lying on the carpet below her outstretched arm. Not caring what's going on around her, not even her daughter, her daughter that was being kicked out in the cold and on Christmas Eve of all days.

"I told yer, get lost and don't come back until yer got somethin' for da table, bloody kid! GET OUT OF HERE ALREADY!"

A empty vodka bottle shattered against the wall close by the little girl, she ducked instinctively then turned and ran through the door into the streets outside.

It was the night Christmas and it was snowing heavily, and the little girl wearing only pyjamas meant for summer, with no shoes or anything to protect her from the cold.
The girl shivered and set off along the road until found a brightly lit store, selling gas fires, around the walls, she could see fires burning which reminded her of her Grandma's house.

She had always loved going to her place, the only place she felt at home. Her mother never cared for her, her father left after she was born and her stepfather hated her. He never like children and since her mother didn't care for her, he could do anything to her like giving her beatings, she's basically a servant in her own 'home'.

Her home was with her Grandma. She was the only person to love her, but she would never see her again, since she passed away about two years ago.

She was about to enter when the shopkeeper appeared at the doorway, blocking any way into the warm shop.

"Go away!" he shouted before she even had the chance to enter the shop.

"But, Sir please..." she didn't get the chance to finish, as the man pushed the door closed and shooed her away.

With no warm clothes and no shoes, the poor little girl walked on through the crowds, unnoticed. No one even looked her way, not caring about what happened to her.

Eventually, she came to a restaurant.

Pressing her nose to the window, she peered in and saw tables, groaning under the weight of mountains of food. Roast turkeys, everything you would have this time of year. Well-dressed ladies and men in suits, not caring about anything but their night.

'Perhaps,' she thought to herself, 'They would spare me some scraps from their plates.'

She turned to enter the doors, when she was stopped by a man in a very smart, old fashioned uniform with a thick woolen coat and a top hat. He put out a glove hand, stopping her from entering.

"And where do you think you're going?" he snarled at her.

"Oh please, Sir," the little girl begged him, "Just some scraps, some unwanted food. I'm so cold and hungry, please Sir."

"Yeah, heard it all before, nah get lost, go complain to someone else!"

With no choice but to leave, she stood and saw families, seeing how happy they were. Oh what she would give to have that for at least an hour but by now she couldn't feel her fingers or toes and she was shivering uncontrollably.

She moved along a wall and sat on the ground against it, looking up towards the sky, watching a large flake of snow as it drifted gently downwards and landed softly on her forehead. She had always loved the snow but not in the condition she was in right now.

She couldn't keep her eyes open much longer, her eyelids growing to heavy to keep open, she was so tired, tired of how her horrible life was. Having no one to love her, hold her and to care for her. She let go, letting herself finally fall into a deep sleep, doing what her body has wanted to do since being kicked out.

Anyone if they walked passed, would of seen a small huddled figure against the wall, covered with a thin blanket of soft snow. Since no one walked passed, no one noticed her and didn't help her.

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The boxing day newspapers all carried the same headline:

CHILD FOUND DEAD IN STREET!

The televisions in the shops all shouted out the same news report:

"A young child was found in the early hours Christmas morning by group of teenagers going home after a party, frozen to death on a busy street.

A man and a woman, believed to be the child's mother and stepfather were arrested this morning on suspicion of child neglect and child abuse. We ask, how could such a thing be allowed to happen in the Twenty-first century."