It was August 2015. My Друзья and I started the tenth grade, our секунда год of high school. The school год was mostly good. When Glenn turned seventeen, I came to his birthday party. After the party, he said, "I want to tell Ты that I Любовь you." I said, "I Любовь you, too, Glenn." We hugged. Unfortunately, there were some bad points in the year. In the Spring, I Остаться в живых my first dog, Diesel. I woke up one morning, and all my Собаки were at my bedroom door except Diesel. It wasn't like him to go off by 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 вверх of him and cried. "Diesel! Please don't be dead! Ты were my buddy for twelve years! Ты 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 холм, хилл 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. Ты 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 сказал(-а) that Diesel was just a dog. How much worse could that день get. The only good part of that день was Glenn, Joann, and Leroy came by 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 сказал(-а) that we were okay, just bruised. The Далее 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, Ты 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 Ты 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 Ты 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 Ты guys for lunch. My treat!" It was so nice. She later went by 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 Ты okay?" I said, "Yeah. Ты 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.