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- Story Listed as: True Life For Kids
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Seasonal / Holidays
- Published: 12/12/2016
New year began. .!!
Born 1994, F, from Galle, Sri LankaOn a cold new year's eve,
Whole city looked like a heaven. A different crowd hung out the city and lots of lighting was there.
Mical was a poor girl, living in a rich world. She was searching things from garbage and she found a thing and come out and sits on the street starting to eat.
Be side the place was a park. There had a competition. People were enjoying there. Suddenly microphone sound was increased. "Hi friends, we bring you a unique opportunity to win gold coins" Then, clap sound spread around the park. Poor girl, Mical ran as fast as she could to park. But, she couldn't go into the competition. Because she hadn't bought the tickets.
"Hey poor girl, go away. Just go away" security guard blamed.
"Why?" She whined.
"It's a rich people's party" he slammed the gate in mical's face.
She came back to street. "If i could win" she said to herself sadly. She looked up at the sky, counting it's stars. Her tears were dry on her cheeks and cool breeze replaced her body heat.
It was about eleven o'clock in the night. The little mical walked on street with her tiny naked feet. Freshly baked cake aroma was sprayed in the air just to make little girl's mouth water. She was standing infront of the large bakery. As soon as she stepped into the bakery. The bakery smelt filled her nose as she interred, it increased her hunger. Mical saw a tray of cup cakes beside her. She took out one of the cup cakes. It was very moist.
"Little beggar, how dare you?"
Then a rude voice called to her. She hastily turned her head. She saw right infront of her, a bakery owner. Mical's heartbeat was fast.
"Get out of here" he yelled.
Mical returned out with tears in her eyes. She looked at her reflection in a bakery window. "Why I was born poor" she whispered to herself sadly.
"Just answer a simple question and stand to win. Ok this is a question. Which is copies every thing placed infront of it without being conscious of their existence? Write your answer on a small piece of paper along with your name and put it in the big box."
Then, mical truned her attention back to announcement.
"Ya, I got the answer." She touched the bakery window and bounced.
Mical dug through the garbage until she found the paper and pencil. "Yuck! What a lot of garbage?" She felt distaste. At last, she found a tiny pencil and some chocolate wrappers. Mical wrote something from it. She took that chocolate wrapper and made a paper rocket. She ran fast, and soon she was darting into park, where the competition was held. She stopped, truned and looked around the park. Not far away there was a large tree. She went close to the large tree. After, she climbed to the top of the tree. Then mighty mical looked for something in her pocket and she took the paper rocket out of her pocket. She smiled to herself and threw it into the big box. Mical sat on the large tree's branch and watched the show.
Microphone sound suddenly muffled. She took a deep breath and wondered.
"Ok , let's see who will win" chief guest said.
He shook the big box and he brought out something.
"What" everyone was shocked.
"Wow interesting. It's a paper rocket." He opened the paper rocket and,
"Mirror! Ya, it's the correct answer. So, winner is. . . . . Mical" he announced.
When she heard the announcement, she was happy as a lark.
"Mical, please come up the stage"
Little Mical hastily jumped down from the large tree and landed on her naked feet infront of stage and she said slowly, "I'm a mical"
She was really an outcast and a poor little girl. Her clothes were dirty and tattered. Mical beamed in delight as she explained how she had done this. Then chief guest handed her bag and she opened it. It was full of gold coins.
Poor Mical had never seen such expensive thing before. Her face filled with a smile. While she was smiling, the twelve o'clock bell rang. New year began. The sky started to grow lighter. Glories had suddenly bloomed up in the sky.
("If you are born poor
It is not your mistake
But, if you die poor
It is your mistake"
- bill Gates)
"Happy new year!!"
New year began. .!!(Fathuma Raihana)
On a cold new year's eve,
Whole city looked like a heaven. A different crowd hung out the city and lots of lighting was there.
Mical was a poor girl, living in a rich world. She was searching things from garbage and she found a thing and come out and sits on the street starting to eat.
Be side the place was a park. There had a competition. People were enjoying there. Suddenly microphone sound was increased. "Hi friends, we bring you a unique opportunity to win gold coins" Then, clap sound spread around the park. Poor girl, Mical ran as fast as she could to park. But, she couldn't go into the competition. Because she hadn't bought the tickets.
"Hey poor girl, go away. Just go away" security guard blamed.
"Why?" She whined.
"It's a rich people's party" he slammed the gate in mical's face.
She came back to street. "If i could win" she said to herself sadly. She looked up at the sky, counting it's stars. Her tears were dry on her cheeks and cool breeze replaced her body heat.
It was about eleven o'clock in the night. The little mical walked on street with her tiny naked feet. Freshly baked cake aroma was sprayed in the air just to make little girl's mouth water. She was standing infront of the large bakery. As soon as she stepped into the bakery. The bakery smelt filled her nose as she interred, it increased her hunger. Mical saw a tray of cup cakes beside her. She took out one of the cup cakes. It was very moist.
"Little beggar, how dare you?"
Then a rude voice called to her. She hastily turned her head. She saw right infront of her, a bakery owner. Mical's heartbeat was fast.
"Get out of here" he yelled.
Mical returned out with tears in her eyes. She looked at her reflection in a bakery window. "Why I was born poor" she whispered to herself sadly.
"Just answer a simple question and stand to win. Ok this is a question. Which is copies every thing placed infront of it without being conscious of their existence? Write your answer on a small piece of paper along with your name and put it in the big box."
Then, mical truned her attention back to announcement.
"Ya, I got the answer." She touched the bakery window and bounced.
Mical dug through the garbage until she found the paper and pencil. "Yuck! What a lot of garbage?" She felt distaste. At last, she found a tiny pencil and some chocolate wrappers. Mical wrote something from it. She took that chocolate wrapper and made a paper rocket. She ran fast, and soon she was darting into park, where the competition was held. She stopped, truned and looked around the park. Not far away there was a large tree. She went close to the large tree. After, she climbed to the top of the tree. Then mighty mical looked for something in her pocket and she took the paper rocket out of her pocket. She smiled to herself and threw it into the big box. Mical sat on the large tree's branch and watched the show.
Microphone sound suddenly muffled. She took a deep breath and wondered.
"Ok , let's see who will win" chief guest said.
He shook the big box and he brought out something.
"What" everyone was shocked.
"Wow interesting. It's a paper rocket." He opened the paper rocket and,
"Mirror! Ya, it's the correct answer. So, winner is. . . . . Mical" he announced.
When she heard the announcement, she was happy as a lark.
"Mical, please come up the stage"
Little Mical hastily jumped down from the large tree and landed on her naked feet infront of stage and she said slowly, "I'm a mical"
She was really an outcast and a poor little girl. Her clothes were dirty and tattered. Mical beamed in delight as she explained how she had done this. Then chief guest handed her bag and she opened it. It was full of gold coins.
Poor Mical had never seen such expensive thing before. Her face filled with a smile. While she was smiling, the twelve o'clock bell rang. New year began. The sky started to grow lighter. Glories had suddenly bloomed up in the sky.
("If you are born poor
It is not your mistake
But, if you die poor
It is your mistake"
- bill Gates)
"Happy new year!!"
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Lillian Kazmierczak
12/27/2022What a heartwarming story of rags to riches! Poor MIcal...how luck turned her way withh one answer!
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