During the summer, Andrea had surgery. Shortly after she had turned thirteen, she ended up with endometriosis. She struggled with it throughout the seventh grade. Finally, when all else had failed, her doctor ordered a hysterectomy. Andrea was in so much pain that she couldn't move. I carried her to the car on the دن of her surgery. After surgery, she was sent home. I paid her a visit. The first couple of days, she didn't feel like doing much. For six weeks, she could do a few things, as long as she didn't do anything strenuous. Andrea did make a full recovery. However, the eighth grade was a bad سال for her. I'll say that it was bad for me, too, because I had to see her go through hard times. Two دوستوں betrayed her trust. The first friend, she told about her hysterectomy in confidence. That girl later wrote on the girls' restroom stalls, "Andrea is a slut puppy." Andrea later came to me crying. I asked, "What's wrong, love?" She told me what happened. I cried, too. It killed me to see her so upset, but I didn't know what to do. A girl then asked, "Is everything okay over here?" I said, "No." Andrea said, "Everyone thinks I'm a slut puppy." The girl said, "I don't think you're a slut puppy. We'll put a stop to this rumour, یا my name isn't Rhonda." With help from Rhonda and Jack, the rumour ended as quickly as it began. Sadly, another friend betrayed Andrea's trust. I knew not to trust him from the moment I met him. I told her, "He'll hurt you. He'll pretend to be your friend, but once he becomes popular, he'll act like آپ don't exist anymore." She thought I was being judgmental. She soon learned to trust my intuition. She said, "Peter, I should have listened to you." Later, Andrea lost her maternal grandfather, whom she called Pops. Although I never met the man, I went to the funeral with Andrea. I knew she needed support. It was one of the years it snowed on Halloween. The دن after her grandfather's funeral, Andrea slipped on a patch of ice and broke her wrist. It did not affect her ability to keep up with her schoolwork, because she is ambidextrous. That means she is neither right nor left-hand dominant. She was so gloomy, because she could not play her guitar. I would go bonkers if I couldn't play mine. One day, at a bake sale, I got a cinnamon roll. I had an allergic reaction. When I got to the hospital, I came close to death. I had to be resuscitated. In my state, I saw nothing but darkness. I'd like to believe there's a better future for me than that. When I woke up, the first thing I کہا was: "Where's my mother?" The nurse said, "She's in the waiting room." I said, "Thank آپ for saving my life." The nurse smiled. She said, "You're welcome." When my mother came into the room, she sat close to me and cried. I said, "Mother, please don't cry. I'm going to be all right." She said, "Promise me you'll never scare me like that again." I said, "I promise." Andrea later visited me to make sure I was okay. I did turn out okay. I just had to stay overnight for observation. There was one دن when Andrea saved my life. It was just a few days before my birthday. Andrea and I were having lunch with Marie. Andrea got up to throw something away. Suddenly, I got a piece of food stuck in my throat. I couldn't breathe. Marie asked, "Peter, are آپ okay? Can آپ breathe? Can آپ speak?" I could hear what she was saying, but I couldn't make a sound. Just then, Andrea came back. Marie said, "I think Peter's choking! I don't know what to do!" Andrea said, "But I do!" When she کہا that, she gave me a sharp blow between my shoulders. I was able to cough up the food. When I could speak again, I said, "Thanks." Andrea asked, "Are آپ okay, Peter?" I said, "Yeah, thanks to you." Despite everything that happened, Andrea made straight A's. The two of us also gained some new friends. All in all, everything turned out okay in the end.