My name is Harriet Bright.
I’m nine.
I’ve been nine nearly every single day this year.
But I’ll be ten soon.
I’m planning to know something about everything by the time I’m twenty and really old.
I’ve got dark brown hair and green eyes.
I’m not very tall yet but Mum says I might have a growth spurt when I least expect it.
I hope it doesn’t happen when I have to give my talk to the class on ancient Egyptian pharaohs.
Paul Picklebottom had growing pains last week. He said he couldn’t finish his homework because his fingers were growing so fast.
Mrs Glossia said he was pulling her leg.
My best friend is Melly Fanshawe. I tell her everything.
Reece Thomas and Ruby Frost are my friends too.
Paul Picklebottom is a friend sometimes. But mostly not.
I like rainy days and triple chocolate ice cream.
When I’m grown up and famous, I’m going to eat chocolate for breakfast.
Mrs Glossia is my favourite teacher.
Mr Moody is NOT my favourite teacher. He’s a Tyrannosaurus Rex
(he’s big and fierce and he eats meat).
My favourite dead person is Elizabeth I.

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