Drunk

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Emily Rose Dallas

Alcohol.

They say it is poison to our minds. In fact, if you search up the definition of drunk, you'll find that it says alcohol poisoning.

For me, alcohol was more of a medicine. A medicine that took away all of my pain and emotions away from my body, leaving me free and careless.

The people where I'm from don't exactly see me as the girl who does anything to forget her life at home, they see me as the popular, but nice girl who drinks and parties all the time.

It's not like I wanted to end up like this, but nothing I did in my almost seventeen years of living was worth ending up as.

My past isn't usually something I like to talk about, so I'll stop at that. I come from a small town right outside of Toronto, Canada, called Pickering.

Like I've said, I'm popular from where I'm from, but I wouldn't exactly say I had friends. The only real friend I have is Michael, or as I call him, Mikey. Him and I met in year six, him being seven months older than me.

He had a younger sister named Maddie, who wasn't quite in my "crowd" as you would call it. She was more of an outcast. Who didn't fit in very well.

It was quite weird, them being in the same year and all. She was a few months younger than me, but its not li

Like I said, other than that, I honestly don't have friends. Michael is my only friend.

I had a crush on one of the most popular guys in my year. His name was Shawn. Yes, at the time it was a total cliché move to like the brown-eyed heartthrob, but I couldn't help it.

He had soft brown hair, and had a beautiful singing voice. He was the complete package, along with being a total gentlemen.

He went to, and threw parties like I did, but still remained having an amazing personality. We'd talked a couple times, but nothing major. I was completely hung up on this guy.

I was a brown-haired, brown-eyed, girl who was a mess. A complete and utter mess.

But I never wanted anyone to know that.

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I walked down the compacted hallways, trying to get to my first period. I clutched onto my black Jansport backpack strap, sliding it closer on my shoulder.

We never used our lockers, so I just carried my bag with me the whole time. My black Nordstrom ankle boots clicked against the floor as I quietly squeezed through different clumps of students.

Once I finally got to my sixth period English classroom, I walked in, going straight to my desk. There were already a few people here, so I just picked at my nails, knowing I'd have to get them done before Friday.

Friday was the last day of school.

Also known as my big end of the year party. My older brother, Cameron, was known for throwing them. Since he was finishing up his senior year, I had to throw the annual raver type soorie.

I had been knocked out of my thoughts when I heard a squeak, meaning one of the desks next to me was moving.

I flickered my vision to my left, seeing Shawn adjusting the desk so his long legs to fit. I quietly laughed under my breath, seeing him snap his head in my direction.

I could feel my breath hitch in my throat.

He was staring at me.

Him.

Shawn Mendes.

Oh no.

I stopped laughing when he guided his attention to me. He narrowed his eyes at me, playfully glaring.

"Haha very funny," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm, "having long legs isn't easy."

I looked at him, playfully glaring back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mendes. I didn't realize I was offending you and your skyscrapers of legs." I retorted with an equal amount of sarcasm in my words.

He jokingly rolled his eyes, placing his elbow on the edge of the chair. He looked back, sending a wink towards me.

I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks, automatically knowing that I was blushing. The class started shortly, and I could still feel myself smiling after our interaction.

I made a mental note to tell him about the party after class.

When the class ended, I rushes out, only to bump into my brother. I flicked him in the forehead, then sped off.

What an interesting day.

Shawn Peter Raul Mendes

There was something beneath that "positivity" of hers. And I was determined to find out what it was.

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A/n why hello there my gorgeous little cupcakes, Emily here. First of all, AAHHHHHH A NEW STORAYYYYY! we, as in Maddie, Paige ( happymendes ), and I have some great ideas for this story. I updated first, Maddie will be tomorrow, and Paige will be after her. We always will update in that order, and we will always write the characters with our names. The boys and other characters will be written by anyone. LOVE YOU GUYS AND DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT AND VOTE!!

Sincerely Weirdly,

-Emily