Michelle Dorrance plays Marisol

"Oh, tears make kaleidoscopes in your eyes; And hurt, I know you're hurting, but so am I; And love, if your wings are broken; Borrow mine 'til yours can open too; Cause I'm gonna stand by you" Stand By You- Rachel Platten 

Hello Marisol,

Are you surprised that you're first? Well aren't you lucky? Or maybe not. First is the worst... though what you did isn't that bad compared to some others. Or maybe you did nothing wrong at all and it's just me and my biased point of view. No sarcasm here, seriously 

Miss me? In all honesty, I did. I thought about you all the time. 

You've been wondering, haven't you? Why have I, the depressed cheer captain, has anything to do with the baseball captain? I mean, we never talked, right? 

Well, as you can see, ladies and gentlemen., what most of you don't know is that Marisol and I were once best friends.

Remember Marisol, those times where we swore to stand by each other and swore a blood oath under that apple tree next to Charlie's creek by Old Neck's Cave? Remember the frosted doughnuts and hot chocolate days at Dunkin Donuts? Well it all changed in high school.

I mean, it didn't happen in a blink of an eye. It was that summer, after graduation. I went to Singapore and you went to Kansas, therefore marking our drifting period.

You had your own crowds and I had mine, I guess in a way, we grew out of our friendship. Marisol, you became the baseball captain and I, the cheer captain.

Remember me now, Marisol? Not as the suicide crazy girl, but your childhood friend? I hope you have not forgotten me. 

So what does this have to do with what happened?

Remember the end-of-the-year party hosted by Tiana Louie? I'm sure you guys know. Most you people were there.

You, Marisol, was beyond wasted. I think it was because of your recent breakup? I don't know...

I held back your hair as you puked in Tiana's bushes, and watched you take a swig from that vodka bottle. I told you that you would have one hell of a hangover. I'm not sure if it was you, the same Marisol Walker I had grown up with, but hey, they say when you're drunk, you're honest. It could be bullshit, but how would I know?

You started ranting about how I was a failure. You claimed to ditch me because I was a loser. You called my friends fake. I don't know what I felt exactly, but I remember a pint of hurt, so much more betrayal and a bit disappointment and shock.

Then, maybe doubt. Maybe you had been right.

Marisol, it hurt. Even if you were ready to toss and forever discard our 7 year friendship, I sure the hell wasn't. Was that really how you felt about me?

It doesn't matter now, as you read my forever ugly penmanship as I burn in the pits of hell.

Marisol, the only thing I have left to say is this: We could have been best friends, but it was both of us at fault, for ending our friendship. It's not right to blame you only. You once told me you wanted to be a writer. Best for luck. Marisol. You may of not wanted to be my friend anymore, but I will always love you. Forever. I swear. 

Yours,

Natalie Palmer