Someone special

Every morning, I would see an angel by the bench in our school, laughing with her friends or sometimes chatting. Her laughter and smiles are always charming and attractive. She has straight dark hair, usually ties a four inch long pony tail. She wears spectacle, behind that are a pair of shining, angelic brown eyes. Pale red lips, fair skin and a slightly sharp nose. If compared with any average girls I’ve met in school, she’s considered tall and slim.
If you’re one of her friends, you might hear her saying about herself stupid for not able to achieve flying colours. To me, she’s considered highly intellect or she’s being humble. She has the skill to write interesting essays, stories and the best of all, poems. They are definitely filled with emotions and it’s simple to read. Her skills of playing a violin are absolutely magnificent. The melody of the song would hypnotise your mind, trancing you into a much more relaxed mood. Besides her humbleness, she’s always thoughtful. She would always consider other people’s feeling before making decisions or speak and would never speak ill of other people or hurt other people’s feeling with her words.
I don’t really remember how I actually met her though. She switched into our school two weeks or five after orientation of our school. Neither of us really talked until my best friend introduced me to her. That time, I treated her like a normal friend and she doesn’t really mean nothing to me. A year after, I started to hate her for her inconsiderate attitude towards her friends until I foolishly hurt her feelings and broke her by accusing her wrong doings with only rumours I’ve heard around me. My stubborn attitude is strengthen and sworn not to talk to her ever again.
Six months after the incident, I broke my promise and started talking to her. She, too, has ignored the past and began chatting with me. As time passes, we ended up best friends . Now when I think about it, I regretted for what I’ve done, it’s definitely immature.
Whenever I have a personal problem. She’d be always be there for me, patiently listening to my problem. Then she would cheer me up and sometimes giving me the best solution to solve the problem. Every time whenever I failed to succeed, she’d be there, again. To pull me up from where I fell and reminds me not to give up for every failure in life. For that, she meant a lot to me.
Without her, my sanity would have long gone and would not even write an essay about her. This essay is a tribute to one of my two best friends, Cassandra Chai Yin May and I want to remember this name for my entire life for she have really changed my life.