A person whom I admire
There are so many heroes in this world, from cartoon heroes to, maybe, your life saver. But I am going to talk about my friend. She died when we were 6; she was my best friend and only person I knew at that age. Her death made me miserable and sometimes thought of following her to be with her. But I had my family support and became to realize that there was nothing for me to do. No one told me how and why she died and I still don’t know. She was always bright and that’s why it is more upsetting.
Before I met her I didn’t know anyone and anything. I just went to the nursery school and sat there doing nothing and came back home. I didn’t have any friends and I always looked angry. I was shy and not talkative; everyone thought I was a loser and some kind of freak. I had to move to another nursery because we were moving house. When I first went to the new nursery everyone was nice to me. I guess that was because they didn’t know me. On the way home I found out that she was leaving near to my house. We gradually became to know each other and eventually we were best friends. She was very forward and that’s why we connected. We were completely the opposite. Being with her always made me happy, she made me laugh and we had fun together.
