The day I met my best friend for the first time, I was full of anxiety. I was trying to do somefor an important oral exam in the local library, but people keptme. I was getting annoyed and of course, I was not able to. Suddenly I heard someone singing loudly behind me. Iand glared at the person who was singing. It was a tall girl about the same age as me. She looked like a sensitive and friendly girl. “How could she be so selfish?” I thought. I picked up my books, glared at her and shouted, “Thanks to your, I’ve been unable to study. You’re so!” I left the library in a hurry, leaving my most important textbook. When I got home two hours later, I found my textbook gone. I was sothat I almost cried. Just then, the phone rang. A gentle voicethe speaker as Jenny and asked if I was Jane. Afterthat I was, she said she had noticed I’d left my book in the library and as mywas in it, she asked a librarian to get my phone number. She said she didn’t live far away and could bring it around for me if I needed it. I sighed withand agreed to meet her at the convenience store down the road. Of course, you’vewho Jenny was. She was just the girl I had shouted at for singing in the library. When I recognized her in the store, I was filled withand apologized for my rude behavior. I felt so, but Jenny just laughed, saying she was glad to see I’d also left myin the library! I couldn’t help laughing and I invited her to my apartment for a cup of tea. Ever since then we’ve been best friends and we’re getting along well. To be honest, I trust her more than anyone else. I often think howI am. If Jenny hadn’t been a kind person who was willing tomy shortcomings, I wouldhave experienced such true friendship.