My Best Friend
As she sat there on that old wooden bench her light brown hair glistened inthe sun. She sat there in thought about the mourn of her best friend she had lost. She started to think about how she felt when she heared the news that her best friend was lost. She remembered all the wonderful memories she had with her best friend. Those memories could be made into a book she thought to herself at one point.
She would cherish their times and memories. Then she thought about the trouble and mistakes they made together. And how it may not have been funny then but it was something she could laugh at now. She thought how it wasn't fair for her best friend to die this young. She thought how her life would have been different and worse if she never met her best friend.
When she got up from that old wooden bench she felt stong. She felt her best friend's presences in the wind as the wind touched her sorrow filled face. She then felt the strength, the need, the will from her best friend to go on with her life and to continue a postive look on life.♥
