A person whom I admire

There are so many heroes in this world, from cartoon heroes to, maybe, your life saver. further I am going to talk slightly my friend. She died when we were 6 she was my best friend and only soulfulness I k hot at that age. Her death make me ugly and fewtimes thought of following her to be with her. only when I had my family support and became to realize that there was vigour for me to do. No one told me how and why she died and I unchanging dont know. She was al behaviors bright and thats why it is more upsetting. in front I met her I didnt know anyone and anything. I exactly went to the greenhouse take aim and sat there doing cipher and came back home. I didnt confound any friends and I always go throughed angry. I was shy and not verbose 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 didnt know me. On the way home I found prohibited that she was leaving near to my house.We gradually became to know all(prenominal) other and eventually we were best friends. She was very transport and thats why we connected. We were completely the opposite. Being with her always do me happy, she made me laugh and we had fun together. It was not spacious after that when she died. I remember the twenty-four hour period when the chance happened. It was in the afternoon, I was just having my lunch when the knell rang. It was Saturday so I didnt have to go to the kindergarten. As I was finishing my lunch my mum came in and sat next to me.Because I was young I didnt know. She told me that my best friend just died. I refused to debate her, because it didnt seem real. I saw her yesterday the day before and I was going to see her that evening. It was so hard to get over it I was so shocked I couldnt even cry. I didnt go to anywhere and sat on the sofa reflection TV all day. Now I look back I dont even remember what I was doing and what I was watching. I was lost and couldnt find the way back. We were asked to go to her funeral but I didnt go.I became rickety and unhealthy. It was a year after that I came to my senses. I was actually going to a proper school and I didnt want to become my old self, no friends, known as a loser and peculiarly I didnt want to be by myself. So I pretended, I pretended to be her. Everyone desire her and I wanted to be liked and have friends. I started a new life. She wasnt in my new life but she was in me. It would have been damp if she didnt die but if she didnt I wouldnt have changed.It is so unfair and unfortunate that she died because she was loved by so many people and she will be remembered by all those who knew her. Her death woke me up to reality and made me into a human being and a person who I am now. I decided to salve close to my best friend because she was the person who was equal to(p) to change me into a completely different pers on. I am thankful that I met her and she was in my life. I am over her death and I bunk her occasionally. I prefer not to talk about her often because it takes me back to my old memories which I would sooner forget.