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The little girl
Friday, October 31, 2008 Friday, October 31, 2008

Once upon a time

There was a girl who was standing by the river, watching the water flow smoothly downstream. It was a bright and sunny day but her mood is not compaitable with the weather. She wished it was.

Nevertheless, she still decide to take a stroll along the river bank. Picking up stones and throwing them into the river, she hope she could throw all her troubles away by doing so.
The effort is futile. All her troubles are stil there, bugging her.

She mumbled to herself : I should find someone to talk to ...

Walking on the bridge, she cross the river to the other side, where she could see her family and friends there.

She skipped home... wanting to find her father to talk to.
She couldn't find him.
She asked: Mummy, where is papa?

Mummy: He had gone over to the other town. Dont u remember?
The girl look down: I remember it now.

She wanted to talk to her mum instead, but her mum said : Come, help me to........
Before her mum realise, the girl had ran out of the house.

The girl thought: I'm too troubled to think about this! Im too busy to help. im sorry!

She walked on.....

There, in front of the yard, she saw her friends.
They were brooding while some were busy building castles with plastercine. Thats for their homework from school.

They looked up at her and some asked : What's wrong?
The girl smiled and said: Get busy with ur work, Im fine

They smiled at her and continued to be busy.

The little girl turned and walked away.
She walked into the forest and soon came to a clearing.
There lie a log. It was tempting for her to sit.

Yes, she shall sit there.
On the log, she folded her knees and slouched.
She like to slouch. Its unhealthy and ugly, but she like to do it when she is alone.
She would seem to be small and wouldnt be noticed by others.
She like that feeling.
She dont like to be the attention of the forest creatures.


Th girl mumbled to herself : WHy isnt there anyone to talk to?

The girl shouted in frustration, with tears welling up in her eyes : Isnt there anyone i can talk to?! My name is Hong Hwee!!!!

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