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A Great Friend

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Introduction

A Great Friend Gone but never forgotten... Walking past the unclean roads, I came across my new school, Hamilton Community College. Moving from London, Leicester was like chalk and cheese. I reminisced back to my life at Lister Community College. As people would know me there, to me, Leicester was unknown. I, and my brother, Pritesh, staggered along side the narrow pavement in the direction of the main reception, until a flock of children surrounded us. Swearing violently and abusing us. As helpless we were, a teen came upon to salt away the spiteful children. 'You will get that a lot around here so stand your ground. Am Vishal. See you around.' We walked into the reception. A lady marched my way separating me from my brother, taking me to a classroom of Art. Not knowing what to do, I sat there silently. A bedlam it was. Paints flying and pupils screaming yet all I hear is the silence in my head. A few girls approached me introducing themselves they asked 'where are you from?' After a pause I replied 'am from London.' ...read more.

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Dreaming about how the next day at school would be, I opened my eyes to the dead shining sun. Unlike London, the trees stood still, not waving a single branch. Back at home, the leaves and flowers would dance happily to the tweeting of birds. Another day of school, dry and uninteresting whizzed by. I noticed Vishal many times at school. We also often met outside of school gossiping about Leicester and its people. I was closer to him than my brother was. One of my best friends, a brother he was. I told him one of my major secrets and he told me his. Promised never to inform anyone and be friends until the end of time. After a few months I did not see Vishal at school as he had left for college. Yet still we kept in touch, still meeting outside of school. New years approached not knowing the days zoomed by. I met up with Vishal and we wondered around in the city centre for the whole day. As stomachs grumbled we decided to go and eat. ...read more.

Conclusion

Unable to sleep that night, I cuddled to my mum. I shared the talks, the memories me and Vishal had. As soon as morning approached I dressed formally to visit his house. Emotions ran deep in everyone I glimpsed at. Everyone looking in one direction: towards Vishal's great picture. Unstoppable tears ran down immediately. Everyone was displeased. It was a shock. I had never lost anyone in my life who was as close as Vishal. Never in my life did I imagine this horrendous day. Thinking of Vishal day and night, unbearable thoughts played back in my mind. I guess everyone has to go someday, but this soon? Only fifteen days until his 18th and up there he went to live with the angels above. Time healed itself. Everyone started to act like nothing had happened. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. I knew I could never act like that. Not a day had gone by where I did not think about him. I smiled, but only because of the good memories walking around in my mind. Smiling on the outside, crying on the inside, a part of me felt incomplete. Gone but never forgotten, always remembering him, the days slowly passed by. . . In memory of Vishal Krishna Topiwala By Priya Solanki ...read more.

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