I have a best friend, and his name is Dang. Dang has been my classmate since we were in elementary school, and it means that we have been friends for more than ten years. Dang lives near my house, so it can be said that he is also my neighbor. He is a chubby boy with curly black hair. He has been wearing them since he was a little boy, and it is hard to recognize him without his classes even for me. Dang is a good student at our school. He spends most of his time studying, and his free time is used for playing chess or eating. I am his best friend. I try my best to take him outside, but I usually fail to do so. Instead, I will sit down and play games with him, and after that we will go outside to get something to eat. He helps me a lot with the school work, and we usually study together. We do our own homework, but after that we will exchange our notebooks to check each other's result. Every morning he stops by my house and waits for me to go to school together. We ride our own bikes, but recently his mother has an idea for him to work out that he has to take me to school on his bike as his morning exercise. Although he is not a prominent boy, most of the classmates still like him because of his kind and gentle personality. I am proud to have a friend like him.