Stew cooking! I smiled to myself. Father was cooking. Hail stones bounced off the roof of the little hut as I ran down the stairs. The smell wafted through the little house, filling the air with spicy goodness.

“Amber,” father called “Dinner!”

I ran into the kitchen. Father was pouring the stew into the china, chipped bowl.

“Hello darling!” He said warmly “How was school today?”

I go to Park Vale School in the next village. I normally sledge to school and never have been late! After school I go to the woods and hunt for food. Today I caught a bear. It was fully grown and my absolute favourite type of food too. I hunt with my crossbow. It is real sliver; well I like to pretend it is. It used to belong to mother but when she died father gave it to me. Then he comes home and cooks the dead meat. He is a coal miner. He often coughs and can’t breathe that well but is too proud to get checked up one. I am seriously worried. Too much coal is bad for his lungs and that could mean, well- I don't want to talk about it. He's going to be fine.

 
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