“Don’t touch me!” she yelled at our class teacher. “You are all evil!  Leave me alone!” She ran like a mental patient out of our classroom…… In my mind, she was a kind and nice person and took care of others. She was like our class angel, but after she did that, her feathers became dark and weak. Her mind made her change to another person, who started becoming insane and crazy. “Let’s do that together! Don’t worry.” she always said to me when I was in trouble, and I wouldn’t hear this again. My angel had been stolen, had been fallen.
              

During the summer holiday, she travelled to Italy, a romantic and dreamy city. “ I have a really good present for you! I believe you will like it!” she spoke like a lively little bird on the phone. I received a postcard, maybe just for me, it was the best one in the world. I could feel the smooth touch feeling, it was made of thick cardstock. On the card was a figure and a colorful hummingbird, dancing with some fantastic flowers. I could even smell the refresh smell of the flowers from the card! The hummingbird is my favorite bird, the postcard was the most important thing for me. “I like it so much! Thank you!” I even cried out, gave her a big smile and put my arms around her to express my excited  mood. I couldn’t use a real adjective to describe my mood. The postcard touched me, and I thought we’ll be friends forever. We were friends from primary school and did everything together.
            

An interesting art class asked us to use our favourite postcard, we could stick it on a big butcher paper and draw the view that was matching the card. I wanted to create the best work in the class, so I bought myself some expensive colors and tools, and started working on it. In relation to the card, I chose to draw some flowers and another hummingbird to be the couple of the one on the card. I was the most serious and patient worker during that time, both in the class and at home. It even took me one week to finish it. “You can do it! Show her that you appreciated for her present!” the art teacher encouraged me when I was working in the class, “You are doing good now.” after I saw her smiling face, I felt that I had motivation to work harder. One morning, I showed the picture earlier to her because I couldn’t wait until class began. I thought that would be a surprise to her, but I was wrong. “What the heck is that? You used that postcard?” she frowned and didn’t say anything else, then sat down. I was thinking that my picture wasn’t nice, and she didn’t like it, but she talked to me like normal during the break, so I thought she was ok.
              

The best part was, when I showed my picture to the class, everyone admired it. Although it made me feel proud of myself,  I experienced the worst part next. She started screaming and pulling her hair, with tears on her cheeks. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” the teacher was also scared by her, and asked. “You see that! This stupid girl used my postcard and drew those rotten things!” she shouted with a horrible expression and rushed to the front of the classroom and pointed to my picture. The whole class became quiet and I thought I could hear if a needle drop to the ground. “She told me that you gave her this card, it’s already been hers.” the teacher explained to her and tried to persuade her, but it was useless. She couldn’t stop saying bad words to my picture and to me, I wanted to say something but my lips couldn’t move.  “If you can’t adjust that others using your present, you shouldn't gave it to another person. I think you are too selfish!” the teacher became upset and blamed her for interrupting the class. She stared at our teacher and me at first calmly, then took my picture by force and tore it off. I could hear the sound of my heart breaking into pieces. She ran out of the classroom with scream, and my angel disappeared with her. She stayed in the office and mumbled something for a long time, until a teacher saw her and called her parents to pick her up. After that, she didn’t attend school for a week, which was equal to the days that I worked. Shoot, wasn’t that laughable? I felt angry and speechless at first,  then Our class teacher told me that she had a genetic mental problem from her family. Also, many students started to gossip about her. Some girls walked beside me when I was on my way to school. “She’s too mean to be your friend!” “You’d better stop talking to her. I can’t understand why she acted like a b****.” “Gosh! I even talked to her before!” I couldn’t recognize those were comforts or taunts, all I wanted to know was her situation. I asked my teacher and she told me she’s in the hospital, and I decided to visit her. With her favorite flower--paradise birds, I went to her hospital, my steps were as heavy as like someone put rocks on my feet.
             

The smell of sterilizer made me want to throw up. I went into her ward and saw her parents. They were surprised that I came. Then I saw her, the person with a paperwhite face and hid in the bed. I didn’t dare talk and affect her unstable mood, so I just sneaked and put the “birds” on the bedstand. The purple and blue flowers set off in contrast to: white walls, white bed cover, and white person……. I stared at her for seconds and talked to her parents outside of the ward. She was like a doll without life. Her parents said they were so sorry about the thing she did. I said I felt sorry and disappointed. I cried before I left the hospital. My friend, the angel I saw before, dropped to hell. Was that my bad? I just wanted to give her a surprise that could show our friendship. Maybe I was really not respectful to her. I knew that we won’t be friends again and I felt sorry for both of us losing a friend. Classmates always say that I’m sensitive, but I really felt ashamed about this address. If I was sensitive enough to realize that she was wierd earlier, maybe I could help her. I wish she could find another person and be friends with her forever. She’s the kind of person that hopes her friend can keep her present, I understand now. I was foolish to make that decision for using the postcard.
              

God is always unfair, but we can’t do anything to change it. That’s the worst part of human life. Although I hate it, I still can’t just talk to God and tell him to be kind and fair to everyone. I hate that he always cause something sad or unlucky to happen and make me lose a friend. I sometimes feel God never blesses me. Alright! I should forget her and start a new friendship. Dad told me that my friend will keep changing in high school and college. Now I choose to treat my friends more carefully, treat them like my treasures. Poor fallen angel, I wish you can get a pair of new wings, wake up and fly high. Maybe a hummingbird can’t be friend with a bird from paradise, just like us.
             

Friendship is the most difficult thing to change, but is easy to lose, but hard to find. If you think your friend is a angel to you, please expand your kindness and don’t cause him or her fall.