??creativegirl??
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It was winter's eve, and the ground was covered with a sparkling blanket of white glitter. The sun was setting on the horizon, and footprints of all sorts left an impact on the perfect snow. Children were outside in the beautiful freeze. Christmas carols filled the air, and a feeling of complete perfection was satisfactory everywhere. Inside, trees were covered with tinsel and little glass balls. A star twinkled at the top of each one as joyful merriment took place around. Happiness filled the air.
One particular young girl named Gabby was enjoying christmas more this year than ever before. She lived in an orphanage with 17 other young ladies without a family to care for them. Gabby loved the orphanage, it was called Ms. Francis' Home for Uncared-for Children. Ms. Francis was a very proper woman. She was kind to the children, but kept them in shape. Gabby often stayed up after the rest of the girls and stare out the window, dreaming of a mother with her beautiful lavender dress, her arms open wide to Gabby. A father, with his clipped mustache and a dark black suit, with his hand on her shoulder. Perhaps a brother, or a sister, to teach her everything. Tonight, on Christmas Eve, she crept out of her little room, tiptoed down the corridor, and stopped beside the gigantic tree in the main room. She looked up at the hand-made ornaments on the branches. She found her favorite one, a picture cut out from a magazine of a family, just like she had imagined. She slowly pulled it off the branch she had picked herself. It's little popsicle-stick frame and red yarn hanger seemed comforting to her. She made her way silently into the kitchen, where she grabbed a few matches and about a week's worth of food. She then slipped out the door, closing out the home she'd loved, forever.
Gabby wandered aimlessly for months. She had no idea where she was going, and she still actually had a little food left. She made it last. But, after a while, it ran out. She wandered still, hopelessly. Her footsteps grew slower...farther apart...the light faded from her eyes...
Just when all hope was lost and she was surely dead, she opened her eyes. It was perfect. There was her mother, the lavender skirt rippling as she bounded toward her for a hug. Her father stood beside the white house, his hand on the shoulder of her older brother, who was waiting for a game of catch. Her sister kneeled nearby, gardening with the petunias and tulips, Gabby's favorites. They lived perfectly. Gabby loved it.
Meanwhile, far far away, it was the next morning. Ms. Francis woke from her sleep, and arose the girls for breakfast. Gabby wasn't there. Ms. Francis was frantic. She sent the other girls to find her. No one ever did. One day, many weeks later, Ms. Francis was packing away the Christmas decorations. She came across one of Gabby's favorite ornaments, a silver ball with a blue glittery snowflake on it. At that moment, someone knocked at the door. It was a man, and he informed Ms. Francis that they had located Gabby. Unfortunately, she was found dead in a valley below the mountains. Ms. Francis let go of the ornament. Right then, Gabby's life fell apart. Her family vanished, the home disappeared. She was alone. It was dark. No one saw the poor girl fall to the ground, never to rise up again. The ornament shattered.
Ok that's the end, sad I know. Can I enter this in the FF/RP contest please?
One particular young girl named Gabby was enjoying christmas more this year than ever before. She lived in an orphanage with 17 other young ladies without a family to care for them. Gabby loved the orphanage, it was called Ms. Francis' Home for Uncared-for Children. Ms. Francis was a very proper woman. She was kind to the children, but kept them in shape. Gabby often stayed up after the rest of the girls and stare out the window, dreaming of a mother with her beautiful lavender dress, her arms open wide to Gabby. A father, with his clipped mustache and a dark black suit, with his hand on her shoulder. Perhaps a brother, or a sister, to teach her everything. Tonight, on Christmas Eve, she crept out of her little room, tiptoed down the corridor, and stopped beside the gigantic tree in the main room. She looked up at the hand-made ornaments on the branches. She found her favorite one, a picture cut out from a magazine of a family, just like she had imagined. She slowly pulled it off the branch she had picked herself. It's little popsicle-stick frame and red yarn hanger seemed comforting to her. She made her way silently into the kitchen, where she grabbed a few matches and about a week's worth of food. She then slipped out the door, closing out the home she'd loved, forever.
Gabby wandered aimlessly for months. She had no idea where she was going, and she still actually had a little food left. She made it last. But, after a while, it ran out. She wandered still, hopelessly. Her footsteps grew slower...farther apart...the light faded from her eyes...
Just when all hope was lost and she was surely dead, she opened her eyes. It was perfect. There was her mother, the lavender skirt rippling as she bounded toward her for a hug. Her father stood beside the white house, his hand on the shoulder of her older brother, who was waiting for a game of catch. Her sister kneeled nearby, gardening with the petunias and tulips, Gabby's favorites. They lived perfectly. Gabby loved it.
Meanwhile, far far away, it was the next morning. Ms. Francis woke from her sleep, and arose the girls for breakfast. Gabby wasn't there. Ms. Francis was frantic. She sent the other girls to find her. No one ever did. One day, many weeks later, Ms. Francis was packing away the Christmas decorations. She came across one of Gabby's favorite ornaments, a silver ball with a blue glittery snowflake on it. At that moment, someone knocked at the door. It was a man, and he informed Ms. Francis that they had located Gabby. Unfortunately, she was found dead in a valley below the mountains. Ms. Francis let go of the ornament. Right then, Gabby's life fell apart. Her family vanished, the home disappeared. She was alone. It was dark. No one saw the poor girl fall to the ground, never to rise up again. The ornament shattered.
Ok that's the end, sad I know. Can I enter this in the FF/RP contest please?
If you want you can add me in if you'd like. I know some people might get picky over that kinda stuff.
