I refuse to keep typing. I have completed every single typing lesson, and have been thouroughly scarred by it. One of the typing tests was called the Little Match Girl. It was about this young girl living in poverty who spent everyday of her life trying to sell matches. One day she didn't sell a single match and so she couldn't go home or else her father would beat her, so that night she slept in an alley. She started to light the matches because she wanted to warm herself (as if one match is going to warm you in the middle of winter). So then the little girl remembers her grandmother, and how she was the only person that had ever loved her. She wanted to be with her grandmother, but sadly her grandma was dead. Then suddenly she just dies, and everyone comes out of the building next to her and is so sad because they see this little dead girl lying there in the alley. But apparently she's up in heaven and she thinks that people shouldn't feel sorry for her because her life long dream of being with her grandmother came true.
Yeah, it was pretty disturbing.
Hey is there a new guy in our class?! I have never seen him before. She never told us there was a new kid. Wait... okay maybe he's always been here. Ahh!! It is the same guy he just got a hair cut. How could I not have noticed. This is the 2nd time this year this has happened. Before this kid in my band class cut his hair and I almost went up to ask what his name was. I think this shows how much your hair defines you.
Cut it, and your a whole new person.
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