Crizzelda was born on the year of our Lord nineteenth hundred and eighty nine on the eighteenth day of the month of September the second child of her parents. She is often called as Gigi by her families and friends. She is 5’4 in height, fair in complexion, sexy and she has a silky straight black hair. She is very cheerful and lovely. She has a lot of friends for she’s really a bubbly. She loves to dress up, but at home she prefers big t-shirts and short shorts and comfortable ones. She is an outgoing person but driven and full of dreams.
My friend Gigi is the most amazing friend anybody could ask for. We’ve been friends for 5 years, through so much together, we’re basically like sisters. We met at a store while I was buying for a pocketbook so does she. We clicked that moment, and we became the best of friends, like me, she haven’t seen her father yet, she has stepfather as well and kid siblings, we live in the same subdivision and she just a block away from us, we attended the same school in high school although she was ahead of me. We do same things we love to read books, watch tv we and even have the same taste for girly things. We understand each other by just a look in an eye. I became a part of her family, as well as she is loved by mine.
Gigi is the most lively, animated character I’ve ever known. She never says anything mean about people, she always a soft spoken person. She sometimes a childish and I often becomes the big sister between us. She seeks my opinion about what she does and always asking for my advices. She trusts me to give her my honest opinion and to say what I feel. In return, Gigi is a wonderful listener. She lets me tell her all my problems and she never diminishes the importance of my worries. I can tell she’s really listening, too, because she looks directly in my eyes the whole time, like she’s trying to see inside my head and figure me out. We don’t always agree on everything, and sometimes we even fight like sisters. But, in the end, we always stick together.
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