I have a best friend, playing with me from a young age. Besides the best friends in the class, she is probably the person I love the most. You are Ngoc Duy from the next class.
I met Duy in a coincidence meeting on the schoolyard. We quickly get to know each other, play together and then don't know each other. This year, Duy is eleven years old. You have a moderate body shape, neither tall nor short, only half a head taller than you. The slightly dark skin looks very solid. Your hair is black, always neat. Full face and smiling. Bright eyes make you look very smart. Whatever you do is agile, just a flash is done.
Duy is very gentle, or yielding to you. In her free time, she often asks her to study together or play chess. Every time you play something, it usually lets you play first. Whether he loses or wins, his face is always smiling. She studies very well, often praised by her teacher. Every year she receives a reward from the school and the class. Playing together for nearly five years, we have lots of memories. Once, we played chasing, Duy stumbled stone, fell all limbs. You two are scared of your parents. Thankfully nothing happened. The next day we met again and grinned.
Five years of school went by so quickly. Next year, I will transfer to a new school, which is no longer the case. No matter what, we will keep a good memory of each other.