Dear Alice,
High school was torture to me.
As we rose in grades, so did your hemlines until they barely covered the bare essentials.
Oh! How I wished you had stayed a little girl with your knee-length dresses and skirts, but that was wishful thinking.
Neither nature nor time could be stopped and the wishes, prayers, tears, and tantrums of a boy weren't going to make it so.
Time allowed you to mature into a young lady, while nature rounded out your body with the scent, color, and taste of a ripe peach.
Hop...skip...hop...skip…your skirt whipped as you walked down the hall.
The girls watched you with envy, while the boys drooled like zombies in a B-grade movie.
I had prayed that the protective shell keeping your rosebud chained should keep you there for a lifetime.
Day by day, and with growing anxiety, I had watched as your rosebud struggled for freedom, finally bursting its shell, showing the world a promise of the remarkable woman you could become.
It had happened overnight, and when I opened my eyes, you had blossomed into a stunning, delicate, and matchless rose.
When you became aware of your power to attract, you basked in it.
And that was the time you shortened your skirts and raised your heels.
Beauty doesn't discriminate.
It attracts the good and the bad with equal fervor.
You turned away from the good and embraced the bad.
His name was Danny, and in a short space of time, your perfection became tainted to the point where the good turned its back on you.
Leo Alexander
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Short StoryLeo has messed up and is trying to right his wrongs by writing Alice a few letters. It is his way of trying to get rid of the demons that has plagued him his entire life. ~•~ And a whole lot of humorous Drabbles. A drabble is a short story of exact...
