A person whom I admire

There are so many heroes in this world, from cartoon heroes to, maybe, your life saver. But I am freeing to talk about my friend. She died when we were 6 she was my best friend and only person I k tender at that age. Her death made me miserable and sometimes thought of side by side(p) her to be with her. But I had my family support and became to realize that there was nothing for me to do. No one told me how and why she died and I still dont know. She was always bright and thats why it is more upsetting.Before I met her I didnt know anyone and anything. I moreover went to the nursery school and sat there doing nothing and came back home. I didnt fox any friends and I always looked angry. I was shy and not talkative everyone thought I was a loser and some kind of freak. I had to hunt 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 out that she was le aving near to my house.We gradually became to know each other and eventually we were best friends. She was very forward and thats why we connected. We were solely the opposite. organismness with her always made me happy, she made me laugh and we had fun together. It was not long after that when she died. I remember the day when the accident happened. It was in the afternoon, I was just having my lunch when the phone 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 believe her, because it didnt seem real. I saw her yesterday the day before and I was going away 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 watching TV all day. Now I look back I dont even remember what I was doing and what I was watching. I was alienated and could nt find the way back. We were asked to go to her funeral but I didnt go.I became ill 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 especially I didnt want to be by myself. So I pretended, I pretended to be her. Everyone liked 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 better if she didnt die but if she didnt I wouldnt have changed.It is so unfair and unfortunate that she died because she was love 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 write about my best friend because she was the person who was able to change me into a completely different person. I am thankful that I met her and she was in my life. I am over her death and I miss her o ccasionally. I prefer not to talk about her often because it takes me back to my old memories which I would rather forget.