Dear Diary!
Remember December 11th. Just remember it, it will be important later. My story began on this day and now I'm going to tell you all about it.
Somehow.
So...
It all began when my best friend – since we were literally one year old - switched schools. You may ask: Kay, how does this have anything to do with your story? Well, everything, basically.
It started when my parents and I went to Italy for a month and Maja messaged me how she got drunk for the first time in her life on the class trip with her new classmates, and how she threw up, but enjoyed the party too much, to not skip out after literally her organs got rid of all the toxic liquids, she drank that night.
When I got this text from her, while sitting on a beach towel in the sands of Italy, I think my heart skipped a few beats. And I really wanted to go home. But unfortunately, it was only our 2nd day on the beach, and I couldn't really tell my parents I wanted to go home, because my best friend got too drunk with her new classmates and that I worried about her.
I mean I could have told them, but then my life would have gotten even more miserable and boring then it had been before. And I couldn't have gone anywhere anymore. I mean I had a life to pursue in my beloved city. I had a reputation to hold onto and that could not be even bruised. I would have hated that. I had too many friends who depended on me, and even though I actually had no one who really listened to me, I listened to everyone, and so, I had people prioritizing me to be invited to every part, or club scene, which usually buried itself into them thinking we were lifelong besties.
I took this a little bit too much into consideration, but this didn't affect anything I had going on with everyone.
So, after my heart literally did a backflip, I texted her back immediately and she told me anything and everything that had happened the night before. I could tell by her voice that she was super hung over, but well, when you're over a 1000 km from her location, that's the most I could do.
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Afterwards, this became a habit. Maja telling me her drunk story and me worrying about her.
But after a while. To be exact on the 11th of December I had the idea to join her to go to a night club in the east side of the city. Octagon, it was called.
My parents didn't really want me to go, but in 2 months I was going to turn 16 and my god, the had to be starting to trust me when it came to this.
Because after this, they would rarely see me sitting at home every weekend. And this later on became true, I was somehow never home on Fridays and Saturdays.
We had prepared for this club for almost 3 weeks. Speaking to parents, how safe we would be. What we would ware. With whom we would go. And how many people we are going to meet there, and how many of those would already know from somewhere.
And so it went...
