My Friend, Joyce

For me a hero is someone who is strong, helps others, does good actions to help someone, has good feelings, personality, intelligence, does the best, is self-confident, responsible and tolerant.

My hero is my friend named Joyce. She is 13 years old, almost 14, and she lives near my house. She is not very tall but not too short. She has black hair and black eyes. She is thin, sweet and sometimes crazy, crazy for her ideas. We met when we were 10 because we were training in the swimming pool and our mothers met, too. We have spent laughing, sad, regular, exciting and friendly moments.

I love her very much. She is with me in good and bad times. She always gives me ideas to solve my problems, I have good memories about her and about us; I remember one day I invited her to the swimming pool and we didn’t stop laughing. We were crazy that day. Another memory about us is when we were eating ice and we hit our ice together and the ice fell down!!

In conclusion, Joyce is one of my best and closest friends. She is kind. She always listens to me and I always listen to her. She never gives up in any situation. I appreciate her and her friendship. I love her very much!!! I want to thank you, thank you for your friendship, happy moments, your love, and your understanding.