Everything you know about Jessalyn’s death is wrong. I don’t care if you read all the newspapers or was her best friend, you are wrong. No one knows the truth, except me, and my parents of course. Who am I? I’m Haley Santana, Jessalyn’s little sister.
As you already know, Jess was one of the most popular girls at Rose Creek High, you can imagine how fun it is living in her shadow. She was about 5'4" and had silky chestnut brown hair with light blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. Like our neighborhood roses, Jess had rosy red cheeks and petal soft skin. Everyone loved her, she was school president and threw kindness out like confetti. In rare occasions did she show she was angry or sad. Jess always encouraged …show more content…
She planned a huge shindig for her birthday. She invited at least 20 people, including Amanda, but surprise, surprise she didn’t show up and neither did Brooke, Amanda’s best friend. Even though Brooke and Jess weren't super close she still invited her. However, if I'm going to be honest, Brooke was really bratty and ignored Jess. Brooke and Amanda were pretty perfect for each other: they were both easily annoyed, mean, hold grudges, and have fake blond hair. Of course, the party was still fun without them, but afterwards Jess couldn’t help feeling a little sad that they didn't come.
Soon, it was January, and that meant it was time for 9th grade ASB elections for Rose Creek High. Of course, Jess was on the ballot. Wherever we moved, Jess was always an overachiever. I hadn't really talked to Amanda a lot, but she never seemed like the type of person to run for president. According to Julie, Amanda signed up for the sake of trying to jeopardize Jessalyn’s place as president. Even with Amanda’s efforts, Jessalyn had more than 85% of the student body vote for her. Although, Amanda despised Jess more with time, 8th grade was still calm compared to 9th …show more content…
I don’t remember a thing that happened.”
“True”, I said and walked up to the front door of the school. That was a pretty good day, at school. The second I unlocked our front door, I saw tears and sadness plastered on my family’s faces. “Haley,” my mom told me, “Sage isn’t showing any improvement. Jess and dad are going to fly back to Ohio and stay there for who knows how long.”
Holding back tears I replied, “Ok.” The next morning, my dad and Jess flew off to Ohio. Jess didn’t even have the time to tell her friends why or how long she would be gone. That morning, I was getting ready for school, still with tears in my eyes, but this time it wasn’t just Julie at my front door. Amanda was also with her, she asked with fake worry, “Where’s Jess? She’s never missed a day of school, but I didn’t see her at the bus stop. Is she