Introduction

Everyday before class started I would meet with my friend Anthony.  Our classes were connecting through one door that was always kept locked unless an activity was planned, which happened rarely.  Anthony was always there lined up outside the classroom before me since his mom drove him to school everyday and I was a bus rider.  Once I got to class we would wait outside chatting about anything that could pop in our mind before the bell would ring and we got separated until the end of the day.  Anthony was taller than your average fourth grader with sparklingly blue eyes and a tan complex.  His hair was golden blond and reminded me of silky rays of sun sitting on top of his head.  His uniform was always perfectly pressed and fitted to the t; unlike all the other fourth grade boys.  Anthony always had a giant smile of his face and knew exactly what to say when someone was feeling down.  He had a great insight if someone was upset no matter how good they thought they were hiding it.  He was always prepared with a joke that seemed to make all the trouble ease away.  It was like he had a gift for making all the rough mornings smooth, like we were living in a perfect world.  There was not one student or teacher that did not like him; he was perfect in every single way.  Anthony was my best friend and I wouldn't of had it any other way.