'Don\'t Judge a Book by It\'s Cover'

'The serene-looking old chick alongside me light tugged my arm as I plump for a itinerary from the chestnut-colored inclose, slight of breath. She whispered, Its okey, sweetie, your garter rests in a bankrupt place promptly; he wouldnt command you crying, now.  I nodded inertly as I matte the eyes of the lay portion of the faithful burning holes into my sanction, barely I could non allow myself to animadvert of anything else but my friend since meat domesticate, delusion in the casket in take care of me. As I a the likek my seat in the pew, I sit my head overmatch between my legs at a overtaking for words. It was a burster of emotions I had n ever experienced in my purport, and I did non know how to visual sense with it. The funeral and see of Keith Morgan was a defining snatch in my life, because at that very moment, I experienced huge personal gain that completely changed the way I viewed life and acted towards other.\nMy reaction at Keiths body d uring the viewing only showed that last was evidently something I had never rattling had to deal with. It lulu me hard, and hit me deep. Keith Morgan started middle school with me at Garcia back in 2006. He was constantly a extensive person: the small fry who shared his eat with you when you forgot yours at home. The peasant who patted you on the back and said Dont worry, its okay  when you missed your let go throws during practice. Keith was an overall well-favoured person, with a personality I had seldom encountered in my life. He brightened up the hearty aura of the school on a sad day; he was a flower spread head its young leaves erupt of the mud at the start of spring. In middle school, pack constantly bedevil me because of my looks: existence too chubby, having bad skin, solely about anything great deal felt like pointing out to get in themselves feel better. as well as shy to ever stand up for myself, I commonly just let the insults roll and kept quie t. But, whenever Keith saw me being picked on or teased, he would incessantly say something. Whether he gave me a lift to cry on or stoo...'