Describing my best friend

Goody, my best of friend, was born with a pair of dark-chocolate eyes, copper skin and an athletic build. Last June, no one could beat him at the interschool cross country running: he was awarded a number of gold medals for our school. Rarely has Goody stopped himself from training - he sprints up and down his hilly garden every day, which is about the size of an Olympics swimming pool. Goody, a rising star, scored the most for our team during a football match in which we won a trophy, and therefore the team had a rowdy celebration in the school hall; even so Goody tiptoed into the medical room, with omnipresent smell of antiseptic, to tend my painful jaw where a 'new' tooth was knocked out during the game. He always looks over my shoulder like a brother -- one time, Scrawny Sean beat me with a skittle yet he collapsed instead, faking his injuries; I was almost sent for a week detention for being more “robust'. Goody, sincere and welcoming, had invited two meek 'eve witnesses' to play in his giant garden for one week (where they could enjoy the trampoline, climbing frames, swings and go-karts) to persuade them to disclose the truth to the teacher. Before long, Goody will be an inspiration in the entire school.