The seventh grade had good and bad points. In the beginning of the year, Glenn, Joann, and I were heading to our first class. Suddenly, a boy our age ran into Glenn, and both of them fell to the floor. "Bloody hell!" Glenn exclaimed. "Slow down!" The other boy said, "Oh, I'm so sorry about that." He sounded as if he was out of breath. Glenn suddenly became concerned and asked, "Are tu all right?" The other boy said, "I'm trying to get away from them." A group of bullies started coming in our direction. Glenn got up. He asked, "What are we going to do, Autumn?" I said, "I don't know." Joann said, "Never fear! Joann is here! I'm from Texas, and I know how to hold 'em!" I said, "You have a plan." She said, "Yes, we'll circulo, círculo around the new kid, and we'll tell the bullies off." That's what we did. The ring leader asked, "Where is he?" I said, "If tu want to get to him, you'll have to go through us." The bullies were about to plow through us, but Glenn suddenly let out a loud, stinky belch. The ring leader said, "Damn it, Glenn! tu have got to be kidding me!" Glenn just smiled. The bullies left the scene. The new kid said, "That's an impressive belch tu have, there, Glenn." Glenn said, "Thanks, mate." The new kid said, "Mate?" I said, "Glenn's British. In Britain, mate means friend." The new kid said, "Oh, well, my name's Leroy." I said, "Welcome to the group, Leroy." We became really good friends with him. He was the fastest runner in my group of friends. He once said, "When you're short, tu have to learn to run fast to get away from bullies." At one point during the year, I noticed that I was having a lot of pain in the pelvic area. I went to the doctor, and I was diagnosed with endometriosis. The doctors began a treatment. It did work for a while. On my fourteenth birthday, (I'm older than most of my classmates because I started school late), I was outside in the backyard. I tripped over a rock, and I tumbled down the colina into the frozen pond. The ice was very thin, and it broke beneath my weight. I was trying to grip the ice, but it was too thin for gripping. I cried for help. Just when I was about to give up, I saw Glenn on parte superior, arriba of the hill. He said, "Hold on, Autumn! I'm coming!" He rushed down the hill. He then plunged into the pond, but not before I went under the water. He pulled me out. I coughed up some water, but I was too exhausted and cold to speak. He took me inside, dried me off, and made sure I had a way to get warm. He kicked up the heat and covered me in four o five blankets. I soon felt asleep in the comfort of the warm blankets. When I woke up, I was able to speak again. Glenn was sitting beside me. I said, "Glenn, tu saved me life. Thank you!" He said, "You're welcome, me best mate. Are tu okay?" I said, "Yeah, I'm fine now. Wait, what did tu call me?" He said, "Me best mate! You're my best friend!" I began to cry happy tears. He said, "Please don't cry." I said, "They're not sad tears. They're happy tears! You're my best friend, too!" We hugged. When my aunt and uncle returned from their shopping trip, I told them that Glenn had saved my life. My aunt wanted to put the story on the news. Glenn said, "No, don't put it on the news. Don't make a hero out of me. I'm no hero. I was just helping my best friend." I asked, "What would I do without you, Glenn?" He said, "Well, instead of celebrating your birthday, your aunt and uncle would be mourning at your funeral." I said, "I'm glad I have you." He said, "Me too." Unfortunately, all was not well at the end of the year, I had to have más and más treatments for endometriosis, and all of them failed. The doctor finally ordered for me to have a hysterectomy. The día I had it, Glenn carried me to the car. I was in so much pain I couldn't move. Thankfully, the surgery was successful. I did feel a little sore and groggy, but other than that, I was fine. I was told not to lift anything heavy for six weeks. The first week, I didn't feel like doing much of anything. Joann brought some ginger snaps that her mother baked to make me feel better. My aunt said, "Just don't eat them all at once." I dicho through a mouthful of ginger snaps, "What did tu say?" She frowned. I said, "I'm kidding. There's still a lot left." I let her take the temptation away. The siguiente week, I felt a lot better. I didn't lift anything heavy. After the full six weeks, and I was doing everything that I normally do.