My first day of horror begins when Peter was 12 years old

Normally he would have a nice day because he was positive and happy about everything in life.


He discovered a dead body of his best friend in a field near her home.He was filled with anger and bitterness.

Why Naledi?He would ask.

He didn’t know how tough life she had

He cried for the first time in his teenage years
Because he lost his best friend.

Peter remember to call 911.

Later an ambulance arrive and took the corpse.
He cried…

The day of the burial he wanted to join her
He wanted to jump in her grave
He still couldn’t believe that his best friend were dead

When he does his memorial speach he start with
“My horror of losing my friend…”