A year has gone by, and I got a dog. Right on New Year's Day. He is a Golden Retriever, his face is the most prettiest thing I've ever seen, and I decided to name him Jamie. Amy got him for me, she felt bad for me since I ran into my parents. I haven't been the same since then, everything is bland, not fun. Amy has always been there for me, since kindergarten to be exact. I was getting bullied really bad for trying to be who I am. The guy who did that to me got what he deserved, a punch from Amy. Anyways, I went to Amy's room to thank her for the Jamie and she want there, but I found a note on her bed saying she wanted to meet me where we first met, I was surprised that she even remembered that place.
When I got there she had some flowers, chocolate, and a bear. She turned around and started to talk
" Gemma, I've felt this feeling towards you for a few years since I was 12, and now that we're older I guess I wanted to tell you before you move out." I didn't know what to say. I just kissed her, I liked her too. She hugged after, and she said she loved me and I said the same thing back.