Samantha;

The next day, I went to school and went straight away to my desk in the classroom. I’ve noticed that, I did wrote my number on the desk. I thought to my self, “why did I ever wrote the number? it was so not cool”. A couple of minutes later the bell rang and all the students went to their classes. Izzie entered the classroom and I was a bit nervous. I don’t even know why. He looked at me and didn’t even say a word while doing his bumpy face. I sat down and chill myself. The teacher came in and we continued out studies as usual.

            As time past by, our friendship became closer and closer. A year past, and we’re in the eighth grade. We then became really good friends. Every time I’m with him, I felt very comfortable.  As if he was my twin. We’d really spent a lot of time together. People were gossiping about us at school but we didn’t care because we care about each other. I really felt appreciated whenever I’m close to him. For me, this is called MAGIC. It’s truly wonderful to be remembered.

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