Vanilla is my best friend. She is a lovely girl with two big, beautiful 1. But she always hides them 2 a pair of black glasses.
One day, however, I 3 ended our friendship. I remember that day clearly. We were sitting in the 4. The teacher was handing back our 5 exam papers. I had done very badly. I was never good at 6 math problems. I felt so 7 that I wouldn't speak to anyone. At lunchtime, I stayed in the classroom alone. Suddenly, I heard a 8. It was Vanilla. "You look very unhappy," she said quietly. "What's wrong?" I looked at her for a while, but said 9. I knew Vanilla had got a good grade in the exam. I thought she was laughing at me. I stayed silent, but Vanilla didn't go away. She 10 asking me questions, "Is it because of the exam? Do you want me to tell you the right 11?" I looked away from her. When I looked up again, Vanilla had gone. And so had my exam paper! I didn't know what to do. I looked for my paper everywhere, but couldn't find 12.
In the afternoon, Vanilla came up to my desk and gave my exam paper 13 to me. I looked at it and got a big surprise. Vanilla had written the correct answers next to every one of my mistakes. How 14 she was! My face turned red. I held her hands and said, "Thank you." That afternoon, 15 Vanilla and I were on the way home, I felt quite happy and thanked her again. We are still best friends.
