Deliah stood in the middle of the kitchen where the baker made his goods. "Aye Deliah you seem to be blossoming," said the baker. The baker was old his silver hair and nasty old man looks did not seem to bother Deliah. "I am just simply growing sir. Every child needs to grow up." The baker nodded and pointed at his oven. "Clean that out for me Deliah and do a good job." Deliah ran to the oven and as soon as she placed a hand on it she pulled back and kept in the yell. "It is still hot sir." Deliah gripped on to her hand feeling the pain pulse through her body. She looked at her hand and saw that some skin seemed to be burnt off. "Oh yeah i forgot to tell you it was hot. Just pour some water on it and i hope that small burn dont effect your work." Deliah nodded. "The work will be done sir."
Deliah looked at her newly bought but still old dress. She ripped off the bottom half of it and wrapped her hand up. She grabbed buckets of water and poured the water all over the oven. Deliah felt tears swell up in her eyes from the pain of her wound. I must not let it get in my way... she thought
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Sweet+Nice=Hate
I am simply writing of a girl who has no way of ever being accepted by society unless she is mean. She tries hard to make people happy but in the end she is hurt. Neil is also a character who is spoiled and does not appreciate life.
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