Confessions of a Bitter Rose

Letter 1 - Blast to the Past

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Dear You,

I'm not sure how to start this first letter. I couldn't think of a more creative nickname for you, so being me, I put "You". I hope you don't mind (but should I really care for your opinion anymore?)

These days, all I have are blank memories floating around in my head. The cherished memories I once possessed have been decimated into ashes. All I know is that a year ago, I was still in the seventh grade. I was still young, innocent, and naive.

I was still best friends with Jasmine.

Jasmine was a freshman in high school. She had glossy, long black hair that swished along her waist when she strided through the hallways with confidence, surrounded by a group of friends. Although considerably shorter in height than me, she emitted a glow that deemed her as bubbly and sociable.

Jasmine was not my exact opposite, but she was close. Unlike me, in my ratty old hoodies and dirty skate shoes, with my dull, flat, matte black hair and unflattering figure, she was fairly pretty without trying and had enough friends to form a human chain across the globe.

No one really remembers the precise story behind how we became friends. Back in third grade, we attended the same elementary school, and somehow, we just clicked. Despite her popularity rank, Jasmine was also funny, witty, and had a commanding aura. She was a very likeable person.

The amount of friends she had surpassed my own by light years, as mentioned earlier. While I had a close knit group of friends and a few enemies, she was acquaintances with everyone, including others that weren't even in her grade.

We remained friends for a long time, and we had sleepovers at each others' houses often.

A sleepover in the summer after sixth grade changed it all for me.

(A.N. The next section will be where the narrator begins to describe a flashback/story that occurred before she wrote the actual letter) 

As per usual, Jasmine was at my house because face it, that's what best friends do right? Hanging out at each others houses and throwing sleepovers were natural occurences every week. Usually, Jasmine and I would start off by going on the internet because we were absolutely addicted to electronic devices.

This particular day, I was playing a virtual game online on the home computer, and Jasmine was on her email on my laptop. I had actually made her Gmail account some years back, and now she was on it 24/7.

As I was just about to hit some streaks in my game when I heard a loud Ping! noise and I looked up, causing me to mess up my game.

"Yo, can you lower it down a bit?" I shouted at Jasmine, who was fumbling with some keys on the computer frantically.

"I can't," Jasmine yelled back, "the volume key is stuck!"

"Gosh..." I trailed off, exiting the game on my computer and bounding over onto the carpet where Jasmine was laying on her stomach, staring at the laptop screen intently.

My laptop, mind you.

I toggled with the key a bit and found out that Jasmine had accidentally pressed a function button that controlled the volume button. Quickly, I fixed the problem.