Dear Anonymous,

To: Hibiscus

September 18
Dear Anonymous,

   You're trapped. Trapped in a life you didn't ask for. No one asked if you wanted the spotlight on you. No one asked what you wanted.

Though I'll admit you don't seem to oppose to being popular, you don't seem to care much for the drama that's part of the package. It's not something you enjoy.

   I find it funny because you were one of the first people I met when I started at a new school. I'd even go so far as to call you my first friend.

I remember talking to you about the silliest things and getting all the gossip from you. But outside of the classroom I was afraid to talk to you, because what if your friends laughed at my outfit, or commented on my height. I was so terrified of them.

It seems dumb to be afraid of your popular friends but I had never attend a public school, so the only thing I knew about school social hierarchies were from High School Musical.

Nonetheless we remained friends in class. We were math partners to be exact. I remember you were struggling with math, but you weren't afraid to ask me for help. You helped me come out of my shell. And I, hopefully, helped you earn a good grade in math.

Last year we didn't have any classes together, which was unfortunate. We would smile in the hallways and such, but we never really talked anymore.

   So why am I writing about you? Well we talked for the first time in a long time the other day.

It was great catching up with you. You explained how annoying and obnoxious the drama had gotten and that you were sick of it. I assured you that if you needed anything I'd be there for you.

I really hope that this year we won't treat each other like strangers, because you're really amazing and super fun to be around.

Sincerely,
Me