It was my first day at formal school; I was nervous because I didn’t have
any old friends. As I entered my school, it was quite nice. After that, I
sat at my desk. When I opened my bag, I noticed that I had left my pencil box at
home. I felt like crying. Suddenly I heard a whispering sound from somewhere. I looked
back and saw a boy who smiled and offered me a pencil. I was thrilled and
The next day in the dance class I learnt that he didn’t know the dance, so I explained to him some dance steps. That smiling and caring boy, Vihaan, gradually became my best friend. It has been three years now, and we are still perfect friends; we support and encourage each other. I love to be with him. It is rightly said that a friend is one with whom “We laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more”.
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