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One

Why do you do it? That is all I ever hear when it comes to my addiction, why don't you quit? You know you can die right so why not quit? I'll answer all of these questions by the end of this book but right now I want to talk about how everything started because I was not always affiliated with drugs, weed, and alcohol.

On September 9th, 2019, it was mad cold outside, and I only had a hoodie on, if you were raised in Chicago, you know how bad the weather can get but that's irrelevant to the story. I was heading to My first high school party. I was quite excited because I had a plan of all the things I wanted to do: make out, maybe get drunk or get fucked up just some wild shit you know.

Alright, so this is how it went down, as soon as I entered the house the smoke from the weed-filled my nostrils and blurred my vision. I smiled at the thought of it, like yo I'm legit in a setting like this. I walked around the house not knowing anyone, but something caught my eye the bottle of baileys and 1738 on the counter I eyed the counter, and the people around then proceeded to grab a cup. first, I poured the Remy, and gosh was it bitter, I gagged at the taste and held my chest, and the burning sensation filled my lungs. Despite how disgusting the Remy was I still decided to grab a cup of baileys and to my surprise, it tasted way better than the Remy so I kept drinking it until my vision became too blurred.

I wasn't all drunk just tipsy, I mean as far as I knew I was no longer a wimpy freshman so I continued walking through the house passing people kissing and fucking and just doing weird shit until I had seen them. These two boys were in My grade. They had these packets in their hands and the moment I had seen them I locked eyes with them. To be honest, I was kind of scared I mean I only thought the upperclassmen did drugs never did I think stupid innocent freshmen would have a drug in their possession " aye Imani right? " The brown skin with waves asked I nodded, and he gestured for me to come over.

" You know what this shit is?" he asked "no" I mumbled scared and excited " this shit oxycodone will have you all the way fucked up, you ever got high?"

I shook my head no "you wanna try something?"I stared at him then down at the drugs in his hands that now reached out to my thigh "ok"

he started laughing with his friend beside him. he carefully tore the packet open and placed one pill on my lap. Now I know this shit sounds crazy randomly taking shit from people you don't even know like that, but I promise you this will set the story off.

I know you want to know how I felt so picture this you're in a dream, It's quiet, your breathing starts speeding up and it is like you chasing your breath and you just can't catch it, but then it starts to calm down and the adrenaline in your body slowly cools down and that's what's best about it.

the feeling or the thought of never being able to catch that breath that's the thrill of it all and I know its dumb but think about it would we break the laws if there weren't any consequences ponder on that.