Yesterday in class we read a really sad story. Its called the little match girl. When our teacher read it, she cried. And just a few minutes ago, I read it to my sister, and she said it wasn't sad. A poor, little girl who was probably 6 or 7 was forced to sell matches in the freezing cold , but she never sold one, and she knew she couldn't go home or else she would be whipped, so she went in between the corners of 2 houses and lit some matches to keep herself warm. Everytime she lit one, she saw an image. One image was of her grandmother, who died, and the little girl wanted to see her, so she lit all of her matches, until they finally all went out, and she was left in the cold. Then, she froze to death. My sister never found it sad, she has the soul of Sebastian.