Mirror+writing

media type="custom" key="3965277"media type="custom" key="3989499" Draft two.  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 __shinny__ brown hair __surounds__ her face - as dark as a tree trunk, as smooth as a leaf.

This __farmilier__ 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 __through__ it with power, hiting her on the __forhead.__ The scar __remainds__ on her face to this very day, but you can only __fantliy__ see it. With the thick red blood trickling down her face, the __young boy was sent to dinner without his dinner (**//Does this sound right?//**)__.

Through out the years she has had many goals and ambitions, some not __acheivible__. 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 __varity__ of friends that she has storng friendships with. She trys her best in every subject at school. She likes physical education and is found of running and biking.

By Ema-Rose.

__**REFLECTION :**__  I like this piece of writing also because it is very descriptive.  //**Miss Crawford - It is very descriptive and is a strong piece of text. You do have quite a few underlined spelling errors though!**//