It was the summer of 2017. This summer was a little sad, but it also had happy points. Early in the summer, I was sitting in my bedroom. I heard the doorbell ring, and I heard my uncle say "I'll get it." I then heard an unfamiliar voice say "Would wewe be willing to take this puppy? My son doesn't want her. I intended for her to be a gift for his tenth birthday, but he threw her against the wall. He probably broke her leg." My uncle said, "And wewe didn't take her to the vet?!" The unfamiliar voice said, "No." My uncle said, "You know what, I'll gladly take this puppy from you! Now, get off of my property before I ripoti wewe for animal cruelty!" I went downstairs to see what was going on. My aunt came up to my uncle. "Honey, what's wrong?" she asked. He was holding a Siberian Husky puppy in his arms. He said, "Either we're getting this puppy, au I'm going to kill somebody." My aunt said, "I think we're getting this puppy." The puppy was red and white and had one brown eye and one blue eye. I put my hand near her nose. She sniffed my hand and excitedly licked it. I said, "I think we should take River to a vet." My uncle looked confused. "River?" I said, "That'll be her name. Look at how spirited she is." We took her to the vet, and her leg wasn't broken. It was just bruised. She did make a complete recovery. Fluffy, my Collie, became a mother figure to the pup. Sadly, Fluffy passed away right before I went on vacation. I still miss her, but I'm doing okay. I did enjoy my vacation. Glenn looked after my remaining mbwa while I was gone. They got on well with his dog, Piper, a German Shepherd/Siberian Husky mix. In August, we started school again. It started off badly. I got bullied in English class. I didn't think I'd be able to switch my schedule to avoid them, but I talked with the guidance counselor. She said, "You could switch to Honors English. Now, Honors English won't give wewe any zaidi credit than regular English. The only difference is wewe work a little harder." I said, "I know, but I'm desperate." She said, "I know. wewe don't need to be bullied." My schedule was switched around, and I ended up having classes with my friends. I also ending up having Government under the US History teacher I had last year. Unfortunately, the bullies who picked on me at the beginning of the mwaka beat Glenn up. He was okay, though. All in all, twelfth grade has been going well so far. I do look mbele to graduating high school.
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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 siku of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I upendo wewe 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 siku 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 mwaka was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.
