First Impressions
The day that I met my best friend for the first time I was in a terrible mood. I was trying to study for an important science exam in the local library, and people kept disturbing me. I was getting more and more annoyed and of course, the more displeased I got, the less I was able to concentrate. The last straw was when I heard someone huming behind me. The huming was so loud that I could even recognize the song! I truned around and glared at the person who was huming. It was a tall girl about the same age as me, and she had a big smile on her face. She was standing with a book in her hands near the poetry section. She looked as if she was very interested in what she was reading, and out of interest I glanced at the book's cover. It was a bolume of Tennyson's poems. The fact that she looked like a sensitive, friendly girl didn't wipe the frown off my face however, if anything, it made me even angrier. "How could she be so inconsiderate?" I thought angrily.