It's a journal entry but it's more of a story...
As I was sitting with my puppy on my lap, I remembered the good old days with my friend... I was a silent girl at the 3rd grade because of a horrible experience last summer. I don't talk much and I don't have lots of friends. But at the 6th grade, I met a friend. And yes, he understood me, unlike others. He knows my secrets and helps me with my problems. He tries to make me feel like I'm not alone. He tries to encourage me to reach out and talk with my other classmates. I think he was my 1st real friend. He might be the only person whom I could trust in this world. Last year, a day before o