Well, you know, in the comments of a Story I was reading, I mentioned that I once got drunk on Applejuice. You will See, why it fits in this book. Btw, this is a Vent for me. I'm telling you what really happened. Not what my so called "Parents" say that happened.
Warning:
Mention of neglect; mention of "alcohol"; mention of mental abuse; mention of trauma
So. My Parents made Food, and we had some guests over. I don't like them, so I was allowed to get a Friend of me. It was the hottest day in Summer last year, so I was sweating even while just sitting on my couch. I tought, they'd drive me to him, because It would normally be a half-an-hour-ride with my bicycle.
Well, they didn't do shit. I had to drive there, get my friend, drive back, and don't die.
Welp. I'm really Bad in PE. Sport is Not for me, so It was hard work.
Yes, my friend wanted to come with me, after I explained it. So we drove back. Only to See, that my parents already started eating. My Siblings would sit at the table and grin at me. The salad (the only salad I like.) was already eaten. Nothing left for us.
If you would be like; "Did they left some of the food for you and your friend?" I can answer that with a sweet "Yes, they fucking left us burned, disgusting looking meat.".
I only ate it, because I wouldn't get anything else to eat that day.
After we were done eating my friend and I were literally melting. So we grabbed some Applejuice, and got down into the basement, Because it's cool down there. Sadly, the Applejuice had stood in the Sun quite a while. And, as Applejuice does, when it stands in the Sun for too long, it was alcoholic. Not fully, but enough for us. We didn't know, until we both took a few sips, and started to feel funny. It was an amazing feeling, and we were both feeling good. So, we drank more. The whole fucking bottle. Yeah. Fuck.
Btw, my friend drove Home alone, that day. Drunk. On a bicycle. (Sounds funny, but really isn't. Try it, then tell me, if you weren't hit by a car or Train. He almost was.)
Oh, and if your curious what my "Parents" said about it, here you go=>
THEY DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE!!!!
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