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englishimprove
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ID 17005
Date: 05/30/2008
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A poor girl!!!
The young beggar was wandering in the city centre, waiting for some warm-hearted foreigners to give the money. Everyone crossed by, caught a glimpse of her, then looked at other things, pretended that they didn’t see and didn’t hear anything. That beggar was a girl, in fact she was a child, a twelve-year-old one. She didn’t know her parents, she only knew there was a woman who gave her two little bowls of food everyday, who hit her any time the woman felt unhappy. The young girl was a child, but she didn’t have any right of a child, all of them, she didn’t have any. Any beggars are undernourished, so did she. She was really thin, wearing ragged pale clothes and her hand was carrying an ugly hat. Days after days, she walked along the same street and sat when tired at the same place. Everyone around was crazy with her. They said she disturbed their bussiness and brang unluckiness to them. The owners of some stores would drive her away if they saw she was wandering in front of theirs. She was used to that because it happened daily, she was used to that because she should do that for the woman everyday. That woman, who lived in a normal house which had everything that the others had, such as TV, fridge, conditioner,…, was called “bitch” by her neighbours. The woman was too cruel and selfish that while she was sleeping in a warm and comfortable room, the little girl should sleep in a cold, small, untidy and stinking garage. The bitch told the little girl that she should take enough money by begging, and if she couldn’t, she would be suffered from a formidable punishment.Once, she overslept, the bitch used the thong to hit her. At another time, the bitch mixed shampoo, chillies and vinegar together then poured it into the girl’s face. It was a week after that when the girl’s eyes still hurted and were all in red. The girl was too weak, no, she was scared, she was frightened by the woman. She had no idea why she should beg for money in the street everyday. She just knew that she was a beggar and forever worked for the woman.
But at the time, she started to understand. The questions were appearing in her mind. “Why should I beg in the street? Why should I give that woman the money? Why should I do what the bitch told me? “Ouch!” the girl cried, that woman was standing behind, catching her hair. “What the hell are you doing? Why don’t you beg? …”said and sweared the woman. That girl felt she should do something. Her eyes were red of angriness, her body was shaking because her blood was flowing too hard. She could feel the back of her head very hot. The bitch kept shouting at her and hitting her by her fist. The girl had been likely to blow up. She took the rock nearby, threw hard into the woman’s head as if she was throwing out all her heat. “Oh!” The woman sreamed and fell down on her knees. Her head was terribly bleeding, she was lying on the street, her mouth was still whispering :”I’ll kill you!”
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Reply:
girllovestock
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REF: 98449
Date: 06/09/2008
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i really like this story.it maked us recollecting our childhood..
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Reply:
huongcodang7f
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REF: 98720
Date: 08/01/2008
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this story is so^1000... good!!! It made me cry a little but, but I think the girl shouldn't make the BItch die....
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huongcodang7f
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REF: 98721
Date: 08/01/2008
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this story is so^1000... good!!! It made me cry a little but, but I think the girl shouldn't make the BItch die....In fact, your story is interesting ,I think I won't forget it
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Reply:
oanhmj
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REF: 100020
Date: 05/31/2010
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That is the price that she paid!
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Reply:
janebaby
member
REF: 100395
Date: 12/13/2010
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i think the story make the reader think a different way about the legend.because , many weak people always base on their heart to live and hope one miraculous things will happen in order to relocate their destinate coming to another path.whereas they never deveplop their fate by the violence . this story make reader feel odd and ungrateful
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