Thursday, May 8, 2008
my friend by anthony huerta
This girl named Kimberly,she looked lovely like a red rose. Kimberly had long black hair that was as shiny as the sun, as straight as a line. Unfortunantly Kimberly's hair kept on getting in the way of her eyes which were the windows to her soul it also covered her lovely face. Kimberly's eyes were slightly slanted she had fangs on the top row of her teeth. Kimberly always used to were a sweater over her shirt I never saw her shirt only once I think but I can't remeber.Kimberly always wore black clothing but she wasn't a gothic girl.I got to know Kimberly due to MESA and Academic Pentathlon. My teacher Ms. Cabrera introduced me to Kimberly in the 7th grade and i was friends with her since then. Kimberly has a great sense of humor,but she never really smiled unless you got her to laught or if you were great friends with her for a very long time.Kimberly smile was lovely but it was very rare to see her smile it is like a hidden beauty within.When I met Kimberly I thought she had everything,but I soon realised that her father cared more for her brothers then he did her.Kimberly's father thought her older brother was the smart one and her younger brother was the athletic one why have another child or care about the one he already has his oldest daughter. The mother of Kimberly was distracted by Kimberlys baby sister. She had her father come and tell her "You are not my daughter!" That day Kimberly was at her saddist point she has ever been. I was their to comfort her by telling her she was a great person as well as telling her that father was stupid to not want a daugther like her. She once went to her father and told him she got an A+ on her test, but he just brought up her brother saying he got a perfect score on the SAT's. I had tried to undo what her father said, but all she was looking for was her father recognition. But from all my Knowledge she still longs to get a good job Kimberly from her father. I can only give so much comfort what she really needs is her father but I can't a fathers recognition.
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