
Once upon a time, there was a small corner in my bookshelf dedicated to a single ball. This ball was not just any ordinary ball; it was a symbol of an unforgettable friendship with a boy named Hùng.
In my memory, Hùng was a shy yet affectionate boy with incredibly bright and intelligent eyes behind his glasses. We were close friends, practically inseparable, sharing every moment together, including our passion for soccer.

Once upon a time, I was a mischievous and academically challenged student until Minh Anh, our class monitor, came into my life and transformed me. Now, Minh Anh and I are close friends, and I feel incredibly fortunate to have this friendship.
Minh Anh, with her fair complexion and big round eyes, was our class monitor. Despite my initial reluctance as a mischievous and underperforming student, fate had it that I was seated next to Minh Anh in class.



Growing up, everyone leaves behind a childhood filled with joy and sorrow. For me, memories of friendship with Mai during a lazy homework day in third grade will always remain unforgettable.
Every time I recall that memory, I remind myself to live honestly and strive to study diligently with my own efforts.

In a classroom scenario, a woman entered quietly and approached the teacher:
The entire class was engrossed in solving math problems when suddenly a new face appeared. The teacher, with a gentle smile, welcomed the newcomer and introduced her as Olivia.

