At about thirteen years old, I felt very lonely. I didn't like my classmates, my parents or anyone else. My classmates didn't want to talk {#blank#}1{#/blank#} me and my parents were always saying that other kids were {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(good) than me. I thought I was the {#blank#}3{#/blank#}(luck) person in the world.

    One day I had a big fight with one of my classmates. I was so angry {#blank#}4{#/blank#} I hit him in the face. Just at that moment, a boy stood up and {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(stop) the fight. He was the monitor of our class. After that, he often helped me and we became good {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(friend). Whenever I got angry or sad, he would help {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(I) to cool down. My life began to change because of the boy, my best friend. We spent a lot of interesting days together. {#blank#}8{#/blank#} time goes by, I have become happier with people and things. And people around me have {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (change), too. My parents don't shout at me {#blank#}10{#/blank#} more and my classmates become friendly to me.

    But now we go to different cities to study. How I miss the days when we were together!