I have fought all my life for a friend, and when I finally found one, she got killed.
It all started when I moved to England from Germany on the 28th November 1914, 2 years ago. I had survived the dreadful war in Germany, but no one I knew did. I was sent away to England, and all the people at school bullied me. It was pure torture. I then met Rita, but she had a problem connecting her lungs to her other body parts. When the connection broke, she died. I hated my life, and I still do now.