It was August 2015. My vrienden and I started the tenth grade, our seconde jaar of high school. The school jaar was mostly good. When Glenn turned seventeen, I came to his birthday party. After the party, he said, "I want to tell u that I love you." I said, "I love you, too, Glenn." We hugged. Unfortunately, there were some bad points in the year. In the Spring, I lost my first dog, Diesel. I woke up one morning, and all my dogs were at my bedroom door except Diesel. It wasn't like him to go off door himself, so I decided to see if he was okay. I found him lying in the living room. He wasn't moving. I came up to my beloved dog, but there were no signs of life. I fell on top, boven of him and cried. "Diesel! Please don't be dead! u were my buddy for twelve years! u can't die!" Diesel didn't stir. My aunt heard me crying and came to see what was wrong. We had Diesel buried on a special hill, the special heuvel where my loving dog and I would walk. I would tell him everything that was wrong, and he would "talk" to me and make everything okay. Now he was gone. I told my aunt, "I don't think I can go to school today." She said, "Autumn, I'm sorry, but I don't think they count this as a death in the family. u have to go." In study hall, I talked with Joann about losing Diesel. One of my classmates listened in on the conversation and said, "It's just a dog." I pretended I needed to use the restroom so that I could be alone to cry. First, Diesel passed away, then I fell down three times, twice in gym class and once down the stairs, and finally, someone zei that Diesel was just a dog. How much worse could that dag get. The only good part of that dag was Glenn, Joann, and Leroy came door my house to see if I was okay. One week, Glenn and I got locked in the janitor's closet. I was scared, but Glenn's presence made it less scary. The janitor eventually let us out. Two days later, a group of bullies beat us up. Joann and Leroy stepped in before things could get worse. They took us to the school nurse. She zei that we were okay, just bruised. The volgende day, one member of that group of bullies called our friend, Millie, a cow. Millie wasn't horribly overweight, but she was self-conscious about it. He made her cry. I said, "Come on, Glenn! Let's stick it to him!" We walked up to the bully. I said, "So, you're going to call our friend a cow?!" Glenn had a carton of milk. He poured it on the bully's head and said, "Got milk, u sick bastard?!" Unfortunately, we got suspended until the following Wednesday. At one point, our friend, Casey, saw us out for a walk. She had returned from work. She said, "Hi, Lennon and McCartney! Aren't u guys supposed to be in school right now?" Glenn replied, "No, we've been suspended for defending a friend." She said, "Oh, I see." She then noticed the bruises and said, "Good golly! What happened to u guys?" I said, "We got beat up." She asked, "Who did this, Lennon?" I told her. She said, "We'll deal with those assholes later. I'll get changed and take u guys for lunch. My treat!" It was so nice. She later went door the school and told the bullies off. They didn't bother us for the rest of the year. Toward the end of the year, my ex-friend, Bradley, came speeding into the parking lot. My friend, Samuel, shouted, "Look out!" I saw the truck speeding in my direction, and I froze with fear. Someone pulled me out of the way just in time. I turned around to see who it was. It was Glenn. He asked, "Are u okay?" I said, "Yeah. u saved my life. Thanks." I hugged him. Glenn later told Bradley off. Bradley became afraid of Glenn after Glenn received a scar from accidentally hitting himself in the face with a car door. This is where scars sometimes come in handy.
When I had entered the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I had heard rumors that the teacher was really mean. When I met her before school started, she seemed really nice. On the first dag of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I love u already!" I said, "Okay, then." She would take up for me all the time. The other kids often called me glasses. She heard them and said, "She has a name, guys. Her name is not glasses. It's Winter." There was one dag when another girl kept picking on me. I finally had enough and said, "I might look sweet and innocent, but that shit is for suckers, and I'm no lollipop." I looked at the teacher. She winked and said, "I heard nothing." I would have had her for the sixth grade, too, but unfortunately, I moved to Tennessee as soon as the school jaar was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.
September 8, 2011
I am feeling much better today. I don't feel great, but I feel much better than I did a few days ago. I was able to go to school today. Michael, Sabrina, and Bridget helped me get caught up in my classes. I'm lucky to have such good friends. Of course, I did feel a bit tired after finishing my homework. I took a nap for a while. When I woke up, it was almost 6:00 pm. I didn't realize I had slept that long. When avondeten, diner time came, I ate really well. I didn't feel like eating much for the past couple of days. My appetite has returned. I think I will go to bed early tonight. I'm feeling pretty tired right now. I'm not completely better, but I'm close to it.
I am feeling much better today. I don't feel great, but I feel much better than I did a few days ago. I was able to go to school today. Michael, Sabrina, and Bridget helped me get caught up in my classes. I'm lucky to have such good friends. Of course, I did feel a bit tired after finishing my homework. I took a nap for a while. When I woke up, it was almost 6:00 pm. I didn't realize I had slept that long. When avondeten, diner time came, I ate really well. I didn't feel like eating much for the past couple of days. My appetite has returned. I think I will go to bed early tonight. I'm feeling pretty tired right now. I'm not completely better, but I'm close to it.