Susan was a girl. She was my best friend. We lived in the same building. We were in the same class. Her seat was next to my seat.
We went to school together. We played together. We came home together. We did homework together.
She was as tall as I was. She was as pretty as I was. She looked like me. I looked like her. We looked like twins.
She always wore a red skirt. I always wore a blue skirt. People called her red-skirt girl. People called me blue-skirt girl.
One day we were walking in a street. A fast car hit Susan. Susan's body flew in the air. She fell to the ground heavily.
Susan's head was broken. Blood flew out of her head. White thing came out of her head. I thought it was her brain.
Susan grasped my hand. She stared at me. She said in a weak voice, "I don't want to leave you."
An ambulance came. Susan was sent to a hospital. She died in the hospital.
I was very sad. I lost my best friend. I hugged Susan's body. I cried and cried. I had a last look at her. I walked out of the hospital.
It was dark at the time. I stopped a taxi. I opened the door. I got on the car.
The taxi driver said to me, "Good evening, Where are you two beautiful girls going?" I said, "I am alone!" The taxi driver looked at the seat beside me He asked, "Who is the beautiful girl in red skirt?"
I screamed. I opened the door. I got off the car. I ran away as fast as I could.