Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Girl Who Was Found in the Snow

By Johanna Amoah, age 16, Switzerland

 

A young girl walked slowly along the snow-covered path. The snow was already very deep and it was still falling. The girl was about eleven or twelve in age. She was skinny, with long brown hair and lovely blue eyes. Her cheeks were rosy red, but the rest of her face was pale. She was wearing a thin, patched-up coat, an old knitted scarf, and an old woolly hat that matched the scarf. Her brown boots pinched her feet. You could tell because her face scrunched up in agony with every step she took. She was wearing a dress that didn’t fit her. The dress was so short that it showed her knees.

As the snow fell, the girl stopped and looked around. She was completely lost. The whiteness of the snow covered everything and every corner she turned looked exactly the same as before. Wait…Was she walking in circles? She started to walk a little faster. Her heart was beating fast. The girl looked behind her every now and then, sure that she was being followed. Yet nobody was around.

Her face was getting cold, so she tried to wrap her scarf over her mouth to get warmer. Her legs were freezing! They were starting to feel numb.

The girl ran and ran, but she seemed to be getting even more confused with every step. Eventually, she tripped and fell. The girl was too tired to get up and keep walking. Worst of all, she had absolutely no idea where she was. The girl was stuck and lost. She sunk her head into her lap and burst into tears.

“Is this how it ends? Am I going to stay here forever? Will I always be trapped alone, in the cold, with nobody to call my family and nowhere to call my home?” the girl asked herself. The tears flowed down her cold face.

She took a deep breath and collapsed in the snow, exhausted. She didn’t care that she was cold, wet, and hungry anymore. She was going to die anyway, so what was the point of worrying. The girl looked up at the dark sky and sighed. Hopefully, she would soon be taken away from this cruel world and reunited with her mother again, reuniting her with the woman who had passed away years ago, leaving her alone.

Suddenly, the girl felt herself being lifted up and off of the ground. Her eyes were closed.

Hours later, the girl felt a shiver of warmth run through her body. She opened her eyes curiously, trying to see what her surroundings looked like. She was treated to the sight of a large room holding a sofa, in front of a fire. The girl was in someone’s house.

She looked around some more. On the other side of the room, there was a lady sitting at a table. Across the table, a man was reading the newspaper.

“Hello? Where am I?” the girl asked. The two adults rushed over to her.

“Hello, darling!” The woman greeted her. “You are in our house. My husband found you outside, in the snow. He brought you here to get warm and dry.”

The girl looked around the room once more. Then, she fainted.

A boy walked into the room. He saw the girl lying on the sofa and began to demand answers from both of his parents.

“Who is she?” he asked.

“We don’t know that yet, John,” his mother answered.

“Well, if you don’t know who she is, then why is she here?” John asked.

“Your father found her outside, in the snow. He brought her inside to warm her up and keep her dry,” his mother answered.

“Out in the snow? Why was she out in the snow? She could have frozen to death!” John exclaimed. He gazed at the young girl in wonder.

“Stay here in case she wakes up,” his mother ordered. “Your dad and I need to have a talk.”

John agreed to monitor the mysterious girl. He sat down on the sofa opposing the one the girl was sleeping on.

John wondered where this strange, pretty girl came from. He sat there, completely lost in his thoughts. He didn’t see that the girl was stirring…until her eyes opened. Suddenly, John found himself staring into the prettiest eyes he had ever seen.

“Are you an angel?” the girl asked.

“Er…no, I’m not an angel. Are you an angel?” the boy asked, confused.

The girl sprang upright.

“You are not an angel?! Wait a second! If you’re not an angel…then I’m not in heaven, am I?!” the girl asked, and she burst into tears as the realization hit her. “OH NO!” she wailed.

“Mom? Dad?” John yelled.

His parents rushed in.

“What is it?” John’s dad asked.

“She’s woken up. She asked if I was an angel, and when I said I wasn’t, she burst into tears,” John quickly reported.

“Hello, once again, darling! May I ask where you are from?” John’s mum asked, smiling.

“I am from the orphanage in the city. I took the train but I was kicked off. I had no ticket or money. I walked the rest of the way,” the young girl said.

John’s parents sat down beside him. They could all see the girl looking at them, and yet nobody hid the fact that they pitied the girl. John, at least, had a mom and a dad. This girl was parentless.

“What is your name?” asked John.

“My name?” the girl asked.

“Yes, your name,” John clarified.

“I don’t really know. My mom died when I was a baby. And my dad died before I was born. The adults in the orphanage called me Mary-Anne, but I don’t think that’s my real name. I would prefer the name Jane,” the girl confessed.

“Jane, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you back to the orphanage,” John’s dad said, sternly and kindly.

“Oh, please don’t, sir. I won’t be any trouble. I promise! I…I…I don’t want to go back to the orphanage, sir! They are horrid there!” Jane pleaded.

John’s parents glanced at each other.

“Then it’s decided. I’ll go to the orphanage tomorrow,” John’s dad declared.

“No!” Jane protested.

John’s mother informed her, “He will go there by himself and see if we can adopt you.”

Jane sat back down with a smile on her face.

“Mum? Really? I’ve always wanted a sister!” John exclaimed, delighted.

He looked over at Jane and they smiled at each other.

John’s mum went upstairs and found some of her old clothes for Jane.

Jane changed and then the family sat down for a late but delicious meal. That night, Jane slept on the sofa.

The very next day, John’s dad went down to the orphanage.

“How can I help you?” asked an old woman, in the orphanage office.

“I have come about a young girl called Mary-Anne or previously named Jane. I found her in the snow, near where I live in Maize-Brooke,” John’s dad said.

“Thank you, sir! We were wondering where she was! We can stop by and take her off your hands, if you’d like! That girl, she is a terrible one, mark my words! She upsets the older ones and gets the young children to follow in her footsteps, always tormenting teachers and students with her awful tricks! We will punish her well, don’t you worry! My name is Mrs. March, by the way,” the old lady reassured him.

John’s dad shook his head and said, “Mrs. March, I did not come here to ask you to take her back. I came here to tell you that my wife and I want to adopt her. And now that I know how you treat these poor orphans, I’m glad that I’m not giving her back to you.”

Mrs. March looked horrified. She took out some papers and handed them to the man. Soon, John’s dad had adopted Jane.

“Do you have anything that belongs to Jane? I want to give it to her,” John’s dad asked.

“She has no other clothes but we have a box containing a few of her things down in the basement. The children are not allowed many toys or treasures as it is against the rules, so we have most of their personal property down in the basement. I’ll get the box for you,” Mrs. March said. She disappeared from the office for a minute or two.

Soon, Mrs. March came back with a large shoe box that had the name JANE written in bold, black paint along one side. Inside the box, there was a gold ring, a brooch, a doll, a small teddy bear, and three books.

John’s dad took the box, thanked her, and left. On the way home, he thought about how dreadful that orphanage was, and how stern Mrs. March was.

When he got back to Maize-Brooke, he stopped at a clothes store and bought a pair of new boots, a new hat, some gloves, and a lovely red dress. Then, he went to the store and bought some chocolates and currant buns.

Jane and John were out on a walk when John’s dad came home. John’s mum was in the kitchen. She was making lunch. She had taken a lovely cake out of the oven, and was now roasting chicken and baked potatoes.

“I signed the papers. Jane is now ours. I’m glad. That orphanage was like a prison,” John’s dad said.

“Shall we put her into school? If she is going to live here, I think we should,” John’s mother said.

They hadn’t heard John and Jane come in.

“I’d love to go to school. Can I please go? The school at the orphanage was terrible! I didn’t learn anything there,” Jane begged.

“Yeah, mom! Can Jane please go to school? She’d be in my class! I’d look after her!” John said.

“Of course she can go to school,” John’s mum approved

“Jane. I went to the orphanage today,” John’s dad said.

Jane paled. “What did they say? Do I have to go back?”

“I signed the papers. You are now our little girl. Here is the box of your few things,” John’s dad said, handing Jane the shoe box.

Jane took the box over to the table. John followed her.

She stoked the box before opening it. She slowly opened the box and took out all the contents and laid them on the table. The gold ring, the brooch, the doll, the small teddy bear, and the three books looked like lovely treasures to Jane.

“Look mother. She has a gold ring and a brooch,” John said.

“Yeah, they used to belong to my mum, before she died. Her other jewels were sold, given away, or stolen but she insisted, that I had these so I have them,” Jane said.

“Three books. What are they? Do you like to read?” John asked.

“They used to belong to my mum when she was little. I don’t know what they are. I can’t read,” Jane said, sadly.

“YOU CAN’T READ!” John said surprised.

“No. Never learned. The orphanage school was really bad and they didn’t try and teach me. I can read a little but not much. That is the only down side of me going to school, they’ll all make fun of me,” Jane said, tears coming to her eyes.

“No they won’t. Don’t cry. I can teach you to read. And so can my mum. She used to be a teacher, before I was born,” John said.

Jane cheered up.

“What are these books called? Can you read them for me?” Jane asked.

“OK. There is The Secret Garden, Little Women, and Treasure Island,” John said, picking up each book in turn and turning them over in his hands.

Jane picked up the doll and the bear and hugged them each in turn. Then she put them back on the table. She then picked up the brooch and handed it to John’s mum.

“You can have this brooch. It’s to say thank you,” Jane said.

“Darling, it’s okay. You keep it. It’s yours. Anyway, we have you. In this family we share everything with everyone,” John’s mum said.

Jane packed all her treasures back in the box and closed it.

“We have something else for you,” John’s dad said.

John’s dad laid the pair of new boots, the new hat, the gloves, and the lovely red dress on the table. “These are for you, Jane.”

Jane looked at her new treasures and smiled.

“I love the dress and the boots and the gloves and the hat,” Jane said, looking at each of them in turn.

Then she saw the box of chocolates.

“Are these also for me?” she asked smiling.

“Yes. They are for you and John to share,” John’s dad said.

Jane opened the box.

“You can’t eat any until after lunch,” John’s mother said.

Jane closed the box again, and put the chocolates in the box with her other treasures.

“Jane. There is one more thing,” John’s mum said.

“What?” Jane asked, her face aglow.

John’s mother lead Jane upstairs. John followed.

She opened a door. Inside was a small room, with a lovely bed inside. There was a desk, also, and a chest of draws. There was also a lovely mirror.

“Jane. This is your new room. John’s room is through this door here,” John’s mum said.

She went into Jane’s new room and opened another door in the wall next to the desk. Jane had thought it was a cupboard but it was the door to John’s room.

“We can sneak into each other’s rooms and back and mum and dad won’t know,” whispered John to Jane.

Jane smiled.

John winked and smiled back.

Jane looked around her new room, and the rest of the house. Then the family sat down to a lovely meal, and finished off with buns and homemade chocolate cake.

Jane looked round at her new parents and her brother John, and smiled.

She had a home. She was loved. She had a family. She was sure she was going to be very happy.

A tear trickled down her face, but this time it was not a tear of sadness. It was a tear of happiness and joy.

One comment

  1. Rosemary /

    Lovely!I’d like to read more of your stories Johanna!