To 903- True Friends

New Year. New Wish. New Life. 
Watching the splendid fireworks, I smile heartily and make new wishes. That particular moment touches my heart deeply, because I know that I have a group of sincere friends and a perfect family who always support, encourage me. The guys' faces sparkle as the brightest stars at night, and I believe that they will maintain the innocence forever. My friends hold my hands tightly, transmitting warmth deep to my heart. Looking at my best friend's face, I have an impulse to embrace her. She always makes great efforts to connect me whenever we have activities. Because of her, I have a chance to spend my wonderful New Year with my dearest-ever classmates. She is indeed a genuine friend. I know that our friendship is true and will last forever. I love my class so much, especially my best friend. Though they try to leave me alone and trick me in the bookstore and mall, I ain't stupid, alright? They always plan to make fun of me but they will always stand up for me whenever I encounter difficulties. Even those mischievous guys, I love them because they treat me as their sister. We are a family. 903=family I beat a guy who brags that he won't lose me in Big Two. His expression is so funny that I burst into tears. However, my classmates shush at my high-pitch voice intentionally, in which I don't know whether to cry or to laugh. Though I often quarrel with those boys, the brawl is just for fun. Although they are extremely childish, I love to spend time to chat, chase, and fight against them. Haha. I kick a stupid guy and technically punch him because he used to bully me. (for revenge) He humiliates my another friend so I vent anger upon him. Furthermore, since my another friend likes that stupid dude, I persuade him to greet, chat with her by giving him a "lesson". I feel so proud of myself. haha. My heart is full of alacrity and my mind is refreshed. After all, it's an era of feminism, right? Girls will dominate the world :) 
Although I know that I shouldn't always remember how wonderful the past was, I couldn't help but wonder if I have a chance to change and rewrite our "history".