Dear K******,
I miss you to reeses pieces. I never thought at any point we would become close. But we did. You looked like one of those stuck up "pretty girls". To my surprise you were that and so much more. My first impression of you being stuck up quickly dwindled away as we progressively hung out more. You had an outstanding personality and endless stories to tell me. At first I didn't know whether to trust you or not because you hung out with these group of girls that I wasn't very fond of. That soon changed when you informed me that you told Girl A that I had the best personality out of everyone she knew in the school. I then tested you to see how you would react when I waved to you while you were with those girls. I waved and you waved right back and yelled "Wassup Booo!".I knew right then and there we were going to have a great friendship. Most of the encounters you shared startled the living Hell out of me. You told me about a time where you were on a date with a guy and how he made you exchange sexual favors for him to take you home. I really felt for you when I heard that story because you told me you had no choice, you were helpless in the secluded mountains of Griffith Park and since you were on the mountains there was no reception to even call for help. To be honest, I probably would of done the same thing if I was in your position. I believe we were only 15 when you told me this story. It's crazy how we young'ns get mixed into these crazy situations. You also told me that you had gone to jail for stealing a car and that you nearly stabbed a girl because she tried to stab your pregnant friend in the stomach. There were also hilarious off the wall stories that you would tell me, like that one time where you sliced a piece of your vaj off shaving and how you cried all night long. That story made me almost drown in my own laughter. I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you but at the situation. I was prideful in being friends with you. Reason being was because you went through many obstacles and you still were pretty on the outside. The funny thing about all of this is that you don't look like the fighting type. It just goes to show that you shouldn't mess with pretty girls, cause they will cut a bitch.
I hope we hang out soon!
xoxoxoxo
p.s I had to leave your name anonymous because of the possibility of lurkers from high school seeing this.
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