My best friend’s name is John. I met him four years ago, on my first day of high school. I remember it was a sunny September day and upon arriving in front of the high school I found an excited crowd of students like me, sweating after coming a long way , and lots of fancy cars with elegant parents and superior-looking kids in expensive clothes. And there he was, a tall kid, sitting casually on a green bike. Everybody else was excited; everybody would throw in jokes, trying to look cool and all grown-up from the 8th grade. But he was waiting quietly, naturally, all by himself, as if he didn’t belong to the crowd or to any crowd in the world. And the first thing I noticed about him was that he was wearing a great T-shirt with the words “Go for it!” printed on it. I knew then that we were going to become good friends.
Four years have gone by fast and I remember all the concerts we’ve been to together, all our hiking trips and the long summer vacation nights we would spend hanging out with the others, talking until dawn, having a say about anything. And everything seemed so interesting, so new and fresh, so uncompromising. He was a kind of unspoken leader of our gang, the one who would always get the best marks but never look like a geek, who would take every project seriously but in his laid-back, cool manner. When I started smoking, I remember him telling me : ”15 years from now, when you will be trying hard to kick it, I’ll still be enjoying myself”.
He’s quite tall and muscular from all the exercices he does at the gym. He’s almost twenty now, but his face looks the same as on that sunny day we met. He wears his hair short, but if you look close enough, you can see that it is naturally curly. Sometimes I like to joke about his hair being so girlish, but he gets upset. Although he is built like a strong powerful man, his eyes give him up: they are incredibly cheerful and happy. His eyes are by far his most attractive feature to girls.
He is a determinated...
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