Short story to practice details and pathos!

The shivering little girl rapped on the hard wooden door that sat in front of her... No answer, she knocked again... A few seconds later the swung open she walked in. There stood a fat man in front of her who rudely asked what she wanted. "To cone in from the cold and get warm for a few minutes" the girl said her teeth chattering, as she rubbed the sleeves of her tattered jacket. The man thought hard for a few seconds with a scowl on his face. Looking back at the couch stationed in front of the television he was watching deciding the show was to mature for a little girl said "no, but my next door neighbor is a good person, try him." Tears filled her eyes as the door slammed close and the sensation of warmth was gone.
She walked next door as instructed and knocked... Almost immanently the door swung open, this man was taller, and wore a nice bright smile. He asked in a very sweet voice "how may I help you little girl?" May I come in and get warm?" She asked for the second time that day. "As the man was about to answer he heard a popping noise from his computer to see that he had a red box in the corner of his screen indicating he had a new message. Instantly the door slammed shut.
As the night started to grow longer and the little girl got more and more worried she began to wonder why the world hated her so much she curled up in a ball under the tall tree covered in a glistening white snow. She could now feel all consciousness leaving her.
She awoke the next morning to her surprise warm, toasty in fact, and comfortable. She was in a bed. She smelt breakfast wafting up from down stairs. She ran down the stars to find a family sitting around the table waiting for her to come down.
The little girl with tears in her eyes thanked the family. They asked her what happened to her family, her eyes filled with tears as she retold the story about how the fire had burnt her house down last week, she was the only one who made it out of he house, and had gone house to house to get warm, no one ever letting her in for more than a minute or two or a piece of bread. The family let her live with them. There she lived the rest of her days happily ever after.

Sorry if you thought this was weird, I needed another blog post, and this story just kind of drifted out of no where, and I figured it out as I went along.