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media type="custom" key="3965295"media type="custom" key="3989505" Draft three.  The young girl looking back at me seems familiar. Those bluey, gray eyes catch my attention, with a dark blue, gray circle surounding her iris, and a hazel, gold ring around her pupil. Millions of small frekles once coverd her face, but now they have all just faded away like fog on a crisp autumn morning. The few that remain are still the same light gold, they won't fade away. That shiny brown hair glows around her face, as dark as a tree trunk, as smooth as a leaf.

This girl was born twelve years ago at Waikato hospital in Hamilton. She has had many strange, sad and happy memories through out her years. But the one memory that is still vividly in her mind to this day is when her brother came stomping into the lounge angrily, with the handle of a broken tap. He with power, hiting her above the nose The scar is still on her face to this very day, but you can only faintly see it. With the thick red blood trickling down her face, the young boy was sent to bed without his dinner.

Through out the years she has had many goals and ambitions, some not achievible. But at the moment she would like to be a Teacher. Teaching young five, six, and seven year olds or a kindergarten Teacher. But if she fails to reach that goal, she would be found being a hairdresser or even a photographer because she has an eye for nature. At the moment her favourite subjects are math and reading. She has a large range of friends that she has storng friendships with. She trys her best in every subject at school. She likes physical education and likes running and biking.

By Ema-Rose 2009. __**REFLCTION :**__ I th__ink that this piece of writing does sound bettee sience I have made changes to it. It is still very descriptive and for that I like it.__