Novel & Cerita My Best Friend Anne Frank

25 August 2010 Anvi ****** “Oh come on, Anvi. I know you very well and don’t forget that I am your best friend.” “I know Ms. Sara Ahmed.” “If you know then tell me what’s bothering you. It’s written all over your face that you are not fine.” Sara pestered me with her questions but I didn’t want to tell her what happened. I will tell her after all she is my best friend, but not now when I am not sure if I have completely got rid of the journal or not.

On January 3rd, it was my friend's birthday, and my fateful day turned around. The trajectory of my life also changed that day. Anne Vyalitsyna, my best friend. That day, he celebrated a huge birthday at a famous Airi bar in this Los Acosta metropolis. He has a wide circle of friends, so his birthday party is also very crowded. The school has a mix of male and female students.

Anne never expected all of this. Later that day, Anne said Anne wanted to go see her friends. Anne was eager to see them, it had been a long time. Anne was walking and Anne could even hear her own footsteps. Anne was going and Anne saw one of her friends. He noticed her and it felt like time had stopped. “You’re back?!” He said to her, “I am, I’m sorry I left” the Star said to him and ran to hug him. It was one of her close friends:

"I’m afraid to lose you and you’re not even mine." ~Drake Flashback... Anna picks up another picture from the set of pictures on the table and shows it to me. "This is Amade, Eli's closest friend," I answered and she nodded and dropped the photo back down on the table.

Yanna said with a farewell smile, and stood up, emphasizing the word BOYFRIEND, as if she was making her face me. She has a boyfriend and I don't have one. She is Yanna Maria Cleofe, my best friend since we were kids. "Go away, maybe the village is impatient to wait for you," I said as I could, and turned my eyes to the computer screen. "You really are the best, won't you come with me?" she asked, putting the things in her bag one by one. "No, you know I have a lot to take care of here at the company, right?" I said and my attention was focused on the computer, busy typing.

I retorted, and he raised his eyebrows. "You didn't make any friends?" he inquired, and I nodded. "I did make one friend. Her name is Anne, and she's incredibly nice," I happily uttered. "Really? I'd love to meet her. Does she live nearby?" he asked, and I shook my head. "No, she doesn't. She's far away. We can always talk to her over the phone. I'll make a video call with her now," I excitedly explained, reaching for my phone.

He said, surprisingly feeling excited at the idea that he now has a woman by his side even though it’s all a front and he’s still not sure he wants to go into a relationship with her. “Well, I’d like for you to meet my best friend. She’s been dying to meet you since you resumed working at my company. Her name is Anne and she’s a nice person. She’s one of the few friends that I’ve had since childhood” Nelson said to Amelia. “Oh really? You have a best friend?” Amie asked. “Ouch, what do you mean? Of course I do” He replied. “Okay…okay….I believe you. I’d love to meet her as well” Amie said amidst chuckles.

For their information, Killian was the one who approached me and from then on keeps on bugging me. "Good Morning Miss Blythe, you look lovely today." I greeted the librarian with joy. She really is very lovely and on top of that, she doesn't like to chit chat nonsense things. That's why we get along very well. "Not as lovely as you, dear. Go on and read your books" she greeted me back. I smiled and nodded at her then headed straight to my favorite spot of the library. Anne Frank: The Diary of A Young Girl. Currently reading it now. Her story is quite interesting though.

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“That’s not fair,” “Not fair?” Khala Willa asks. “Aarna, we haven’t lost our parents. We have no idea how she feels or what she’s going through. And to have lost them in such a horrifying way,” she trails off and I know she’s shaking her head. “Perhaps you should try thinking about her,” “That’s what I’m doing. It’s what Amma and I are trying to tell you,” Mausa Aarna says. “Isolating herself from her friends and the people she grew up with isn’t going to help her deal with her grief in a healthy way,”