There is a girl who lives in an old cottage near my house and her name is Sarah Bright. She has a mop of brown hair that is long and uneven and is held back in a tight bun. Her brown eyes shine under the sun and moon and fill you with warmth. Sadly, she may have injured her right leg, because she starts to cry when anything touches it. Her dress is old and covered in dirt, as are her shoes, so it’s impossible to tell what colour they once were. There is often dirt on her face, and people snigger at her when she passes, but she doesn’t seem to mind. The only sign that she has any money is a small necklace, made of beads, that she wears everywhere she goes. Her poorly appearance, however, doesn’t change the fact that she is very merry. She is kind to children, people her age and elderly citizens. Practically no one knows her because she works in and office for a building company. Every day she seems to grow kinder and kinder and Sarah is the kindest person I’ve ever met.

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