SHE IS CALLED
RED
She is called Red
An article by : HO , Wing Chi , Wincy
I have had a new and unknown friend
since I was fifteen years old. I still do not moment that you met each other,
especially since those memories would
think that I am familiar with her, but at
least I can say that now I know her a bit
better than before. This was not a
normal friend for me. By normal, I mean
a person that would play games with me
or one with whom I can watch cartoons
together in our leisure time for instance. make you feel bad and horrified.
However, the moment I met her was so
ineradicable that I cannot choose not to
remember. I was shocked by her
appearance and my own reaction to her
was everlastingly imprinted in my mind.
My friend has never ever accompanied
me to do such things. Nevertheless, I did
not complain about it because I know
that friends are not just for having fun,
but also for learning and growing in life
together. To be honest, I do not really
like her. She is certainly not in a good
looking, but I have no intention to judge
someone by appearance. Indeed, she is
not lovely, and you will perhaps agree
with me when you get to know her more When I was fifteen, on a summer day, I
woke up early as usual. The weather was
extremely hot and there was no wind
blowing. I woke up from the hot air and
got out from the folds of my thin quilt. I
went to the toilet which is the first thing
I usually do before I start my new day.
My life has dramatically changed that
day; I was looking at myself and smiling
in front of the long mirror, when this
unknown friend suddenly appeared. If I
try to accurately describe her, I would
say that her body merged into mine and
I could see her reflection on the mirror
as well. She was everywhere, on my
Knowing
When you hate someone, it would be
hard for you to recall back to the
moment
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neck, my chest and my back. I screamed,
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