Jack of Harts

Rosalie and Rosalind dragged me out of bed each morning after Julie and Alex left. They even proved they were totally willing to dress me up if I was too lazy. Always in clothing that made me look silly. Their way of making me want to dress myself. And they dragged me to school. They saw me at my worst, and they dragged me out of it one day at a time. Those two girls did not give up on me. That pretty much forced me to start trying, if only to stop putting them out like that. I started wanting to live again because they didn’t give me the option of the other choice. I owe them a life for that.