The Things We Left Unspoken

VI

Dear Her,

You are the one I have the least respect for.

I first met you on the first day of 8th grade in my art class with our "leader" wearing all black. Having the same name as her just a different spelling, we accepted you easily. You invited me and my first boyfriend to one of your Halloween parties. There I met your friends and your girlfriend. By 9th grade, you had sectioned yourself off and became a pot smoker, eventually spending less and less time with your girlfriend, who told me personally that she was going to break up with you because of it. Eventually, my ex managed to tell a teacher that you were smoking pot every day at lunch, and managed to get you in a form of trouble where you couldn't leave school grounds. After that you planted a grudge on him. You knew that he told, and you eventually threatened him. After that, you went quiet for a few months, hanging out with a ginger headed girl, and still not your girlfriend. You kept making threats but we didn't answer them. You blamed the trans boy who you've been friends for for quite awhile that he was to blame, and told everyone. All of your friends left you, except for 3. The red head, the blue haired girl, and of course, your girlfriend. All of your friends eventually came to us, and became our friends. We thought you were done pulling on our chains until your blue haired friend had a problem. A problem with my friend. She had been spreading rumors, and was scared to confront my friend who the rumors were about. So you stepped in and pulled a knife on her. My friend. On school grounds. Rumors say you were arrested, sent to juvenile prison, suspended, expelled, or dropped out of school entirely. I'm not even sure if your girlfriend is still with you... I hope she's doing okay. You on the other hand... I really don't care what happened to you. Your a bad influence but I still don't wish the worst for you.

Just... Try and get some help? I'm not sure what to put here...