Dear Diary,
It's 1967 and my name is everyln park when I was in grade one, I got a new friend who's name was kennel beneath, he has tall black hair and a complication of mix and fairly brown eyes. After he arrive we became friends instantly, we play a lot of games like cricket and football. I seem to think of him as more than a friend but coming to realize that he also thinks of me as more than a friend. But a few of the thoughts vanish from my mind but what I didn't know is the worse is yet to come. However, with a look of hurt and sadness, he greet me, and then in the following days, my friend was gone. I was hurt and my heart just turn off from the world and that was when the anger take a start
A true loss of someone you care about is when you gain more pain
P.S Everyln Park
