Dear Bestie,......

When we met

My family and I live in a small village called Sasa we didn't really have that big number of neighbors but one would obviously get someone to talk to.

I don't really like crying but,..somehow I don't even like talking to my parents, especially when I am not really fine.

I usually go out and sit by the river side, writing poems about how I feel,and all that.

"Hi," I heard someone speak to me in a soft voice,"Why are you here all by yourself?",she continued in softer voice.

Who are you?",I asked as I looked back to see the person I was speaking to.

So I turned but she just left without letting me see her face,"how rude"I said to myself and then walked back home,as I usually do.

Another day just like the others, everyone is just too busy to talk to me,so I have to move around as usual. As I was walking,I thought about the person who was talking to me the previous day.

I went back to the river side, hopping she would come back and as I thought,she really did come back and stood behind me again, asking the same thing she did the day before.So I turned to see who it was ,this time not letting her get away.