The Love Scars
We have been best friends since I can remember. We were just friends, but I always
knew that one day we would be something more. I always knew, Mike. I saw you were lured
into thinking you had feelings for an other girl, but I protected you, Mike. I knew that her
feelings weren’t true. I knew they weren’t worthy. We were meant to be together. I protected you.
I eliminated her for you. Mike, don’t you see? I know you will thank me. I’ve always known.
Remember fourth grade, when you starting holding hands with that curly-haired girl? We
used to walk home together, just the two of us, but suddenly she was walking with us too,
holding your hand! How could she, Mike? I could tell you didn’t like it. You smiled and blushed
and pretended to be happy. But I knew it was a lie, even then I knew you loved me. You didn’t
want to hurt her feelings. She was a nuisance, Mike. A nuisance. I will tell you a secret. I was the
one who pushed her. When she broke her leg, you brought her a card and stayed with her in the
hospital. Even after I tried to help you out, you still were worried about letting her down gently.
You didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
In fifth grade, you told me a secret, and made me pinkie promise not to tell a soul. You
had kissed the nuisance! Of course, I made the logical conclusion that the kiss was an attempt to
quiet her down, but I felt it was time to take matters into my own hands. She was harassing you,
Mike! I knew you didn’t want to kiss her, so I tried to help you. I stole a knife from the kitchen
and I went after her. I couldn’t wait to see how pleased you were! I tried to get rid of her Mike,
but I couldn’t. I’m so sorry. The knife was so heavy, and when she heard someone coming up
behind her, she moved a little to make room. I only got her arm. She still has that scar, a
permanent reminder of my love for you. Haven’t you seen it?
In the sixth grade, you had to go out on a date. I was so worried for you Mike! What if
she tried to kiss you? I followed you there, just in case. And she did, Mike! She did! When she
kissed you, I threw a rock, and I ran. I was going to show myself, so that you would know that I
was your savior, but a girl has to play hard to get a little, don’t you think? Still, how did you not
see what I was trying to say? So many scars, Mike. An abomination engraved across her face, a
warning sign. I tried to warn you to stay away from her. The scars were a warning, Mike. Don’t
Mike, I can only assume at this point that what you did was charity. She was so ugly with
that scar. So you tried to make her feel a little less lonely. In the 7th grade, you told me you had
kissed again. When the fire was put out, and the stupid men with water and sirens had left, all
that was left standing was ugly. She lived Mike. I tried so hard and she lived! She was so ugly. I
was so much prettier. Don’t you see Mike?
8th grade was a big year. I’m smart. I really am. I studied so hard to get into the best high
school there was. You did too, I’m sure of it. But she went with the easy option. In the end, she
tricked you into getting bad grades so you would go to the same school. And I had to go along
with it, because I needed so bad to be with you, to protect you from her. I hate her for it. We
could have been so much better, you and I. I ripped up her notes and wrote ugly all over her
locker, but she didn’t understand. She went to school anyway. Mike, I was getting annoyed. By
that time, we should have been together. But she was always bothering you. You know me. I
don’t have much patience.
I vowed I would try harder. But all I could manage were more scars. Despite her ugly,
you won prom king and queen. I took her crown and I hid it. I knew it was meant to be mine. It
wasn’t stealing Mike. That should have been me in a red dress and a crown, dancing with you.
But you stopped talking to me Mike. Why?
I followed you. I followed ugly. You went through college and got a job. You were going
to get married to that ugly. I hated her. I hated that ugly. Mike, I have the wedding dress. I am
wearing it right now. Mike, when you are back from the funeral, would you mind coming to my
house? I have something I need to tell you.
Love as usual,
Your (new) fiancée
Agatha Scaggiante, Age 14 Grade 9, U N International School,Honorable Mention