"My Friend"
by
Johnathan
by
Johnathan
used to have a friend and that friend was nice until he died. His funeral was sad. I cried, but I got over it. But I still remember him in my heart.He worked for the wires that we use that are telephone wires. I watched him build a farm house; but he died too late to build the rest, so I watch it like it was being built again.
I knew his name. That name was Bill. But I remember when we used to write. I still remember him when he helped my dad at the house and the car. Also on the truck. But I like him. I remember when we helped each other. I used to have a turtle dove and as long as you both have one, you are friends forever. I like when we used to play games. Those games are nice games and we played checkers. But I remember him. But I remember I wanted to take walk with him, but he was too old so I took it OK. But I loved him too much. He is nice. He died close to Christmas. I felt sad for him. He was a nice friend, but he is dead. I still miss him. I know now why we wrote so much stories together. Me and my friend are best friends. I never got to say gooddbye. I remember when he felt bad because he got stung by a wasp. He was crying. I felt bad, but he died and he got the love he always wanted. I helped him all the time, even when he was sick. Even when he was working.
