Mirror+Writing

Mirror Writing

The young girl looking back at me looks familiar. She always wears her hair in a platted pony tail. In the sun her hair turns into a shimmering night glow of black. Her eyes are as brown as the autumn leaves that coat the ground, and have a dark round pupil in the middle of her eye. She has black curved eye lashes, and curved shaped eyebrows that frame her face.

Above her forehead lies a small, slashed, dry cut. Her smile is as bright as a yellow balloon. Her cheeks go puffy when she smiles, as a sign of affection.

She was born in the year 1996. Throughout her intriguing 12 years, she has many fond memories. The one she remembers most is when she and her family took a 3 week vacation to Bangkok Thailand. She went on an extremely scary roller coaster and ended up throwing up on two, elderly, English tourists. The weather was absolutely divine; it was a hot, sunny summer’s day. Everyone was slurping on an ice-cold, ice-cream, including me.

Her ambitions include becoming a general-surgical doctor and volunteering to help sick children, with cancer. If she does not achieve this she will set out as a family-youth lawyer.

At school, her favourite subjects include spelling, reading, mathematics and physical education. She gets along with all her friends and treats them all the same. She is enjoying Fairfield, but also misses her old primary school. She may even go back and visit her old teachers. As she glanced in the mirror one more time, she heard her mother yelling out of the car, shouting “Hurry up, the pizza’s getting cold”!