Bridget's Rose Petals

Sharp

5 Petals

Sharp was always nice and sweet. All the boys wanted her. I kinda wanted to be her.Her sewing skills were impossible to beat. She definitely knew how to work a needle. She was an inspiration to all living things. She was my friend.

One day I decided instruments were overrated and that I'd probably never be ready to join a band. So, I asked Sharp to teach me some fashion design skills.

It just so happened that prom was coming up so of course, she was showing me how to sew a dress.

We already knew that by time I had learned to sew, prom would've passed. So the idea was she would sew my dress and I watch her to gain a proper understanding of sewing.

Over a period of about 2 weeks, she was sewing all the clothes I wore. I became overly popular. I gained so much popularity, I didn't know what to do with it.
Everyone commented on how much they loved my outfits. I began to cuts more shoes just to match the clothes she was making me. I even spent money at the salon to get my hair done.

I realized, everything thing I always wanted, the girl I always wanted to be, I was her. I was Sharp. Sharp created a clone of herself and I'm happy that clone was me.

But she wasn't happy. She began to slow the process of making my clothes, knowing I'd thrown out all of my previous outfits. She knew I was now more popular than her and it was her fault. She was jealous.

Prom arrived very soon. She told me she had my dress ready and she wanted to surprise me. So I closed my eyes while she put me in the dress.

I opened my eyes and it was beautiful, more beautiful than hers. She said she worked so hard on mine that she'd forgotten she needed one too.

We got into a very expensive limousine that she had rented for two days. She wanted us to ride around in style the day after prom as well.

I'd no clue why she was being so nice. But I knew she was being too nice. We arrive at prom just in time for the prom queen votes and best dressed voting to begin. I voted for her for both categories. She claimed to have voted for me as well.

As the night goes on I notice everyone staring at me. Everytime someone walks up to us, Sharp has an excuse for us both to walk away, without listening to what that person has to say.

As they announce prom queen and best dressed, I notice Sharp already smiling.
Suddenly,

"Bridget that's you, they're calling your name!"

Me? I pretended to be surprised but I knew I would win. But what I didn't know was the real reason why I'd won.

After I give my speech I spin around and the room fills with laughter. Everyone is repeatedly telling me to check my dress, and there it is. A clear plastic see through material in the back.

Sharp sabotaged me. She made the dress so that everyone could see my backside.
But I still had to ride home with her.

We sat in silence until we got to her house where I had gotten ready. I told her I was just going inside to get my clothes and leave the dress.

As soon as the door closed behind us, I changed as quickly as possible and then put the dress away. She looked at me with eyes as if she had no remorse. That's what really ticked me off.

So I approached her with the first needle she taught me to sew with, her favorite needle, the needle that started this all and I stabbed her hands.

I left her alive because I understood. I understood not only what she did, but why she did it. I understand jealousy. But now, she won't be able to do to anyone else, what she did to me ever again.