• The very next weekend I saw him at the park. “Why did you rehack it from me? What do you need MY account for? I couldn’t speak, too embarrassed and nervous to say. His brothers were there for backup. “Well my mom wants to talk to you about hacking. My parents are pissed off for You hacking my account.” He pointed at his mom’s blue car coming around the corner. She didn’t come out of her car, but she did have a piece of paper for me to write down his password. “This is the real one; you’re not messing with me?” He seemed to be cautious about it. I shook my head yes, and sat down on the little red car next to the basketball court. For some reason I couldn’t make myself to say sorry. I just watched him play basketball with his brothers until he left. I was all alone at the park and I sat down, and I started to cry, feeling pity for myself at first, then mad at myself for doing something so stupid. It started to drizzle and I walked home. “Why am I so stupid? You are a stupid girl!” I angrily yelled at myself in my mind. The very next week I tried to talk to him, but he ignored me like I didn’t know him. After school that day I went home, and waited for my mom to come home so I could talk to her about my situation. “Mom, help me please,” I was sulking in her arms. “Sweetie, just go to his house and apologize,” she told me in her calmest voice. I tried to talk to him everyday, but suddenly I kept getting nervous to try and couldn’t talk to him. We drifted apart from talking to each other everyday, to only looking each other.

    For a long time I was thinking about what I did. Karma happened. My other account on Gaia had been hacked. Someone had stolen my most valuable item. I tried to tell him on a piece paper, since my words were better on paper. Matthew and Anthony had read it and said it was a secret admire. I gave up on talking to him, and I guess I was too coward like to talk to him. I still see him at school, but even though I can’t make up enough courage to say sorry. I learned my lesson the hardest way. I learned that hacking is bad, so bad it could cost your friend, and it could even end you up in jail. Not only had I lost someone who understood me as being a boy, and respected my feelings. A friend who had walked home with me when I was lonely. I wish I could take back what I did, and yet maybe he can hear me out and change his thoughts about me now.

    By: Jazmine Langford
    My Rose:

    I picked you like a rose knowing you were fragile, hoping you wouldn’t break. I put you in a vase hoping you last forever. The vase has fallen, you fell out, when that happened, the moment you touched the ground, you left…
    Also by Jazmine L omfg haha thats my name