Roses 6
I was thirteen when my best friend and I finally had the nerve to try to stay the night on the hill, to find out who left the roses. The first night my friend chickened out at eleven. I was annoyed, but I wasn’t about to stay up there alone. The second night we tried, we stayed up all night but totally forgot to watch the grave site; we were too excited about what we were doing. The third night, we fell asleep.