I came to a new school. Like me, a girl named Amy was also new to the class. Except this, we had nothing in common. I was 1 , but she was short. My hair was short and ugly, while hers was long and beautiful. I was shy, but she was not. I considered her my 2 . But she wanted to be my friend.
One day, she invited me to her house. I was 3 because I never thought my "enemy" would invite me to play. In fact, I had never been invited to play before, so I had no reason to 4 .
I came to her house. When we got to her room, she took out a large box of dolls. Then we sat on the floor and 5 crazy stories about these dolls. We both had a wild imagination. Also on that day, I discovered we had the same 6 —writing. And we both dreamed of being writers.
Amy was a very 7 girl, and she could get on well with everyone. She was welcomed by all the neighbors in her community. Soon I was 8 in her magical world. I met her friends and got to know her neighbors. We went to each other's houses to play and spent every spare moment 9 .
Amy, my first real friend since childhood, taught me an amazing thing about making friends: your "worst enemy" may 10 your best friend.
