Emerald Green

January 26th 2012

It was Australia day, which to anyone who was over the age of 60 meant it was a day to be proud of how far we’ve come as a country and the struggles and sacrifices our country has made to be where we are today. However to everyone else it was a public holiday and an excuse to get completely obliterated and make a fool of your self on local television.

So the day had began in a similar fashion to how I would imagine most careless teenagers started there day on the most popular Australian holiday, expect I wasn’t a teenager anymore and on one side of me sat a crazy 23 year old Stacey, and on the other, my beautiful best friend Misha.

Misha’s eyes were closed as she lifted her face to the ceiling and let the colourful liquid pour down her throat, washing the small white pill down with it.

I looked at Stacey who was leaning against the wooden dining table; she was a girl from work I had recently become attached to.

She was usually like an older sister, however today her face was turning a little pink as she tried to clear her nostrils after snorting the crushed white powder, her fingers rubbed the sides of her nose as I mentally cringed at the dry sound coming from the back of her throat as she snorted loudly.

I looked down at the white smiley face etched into the small pill and contemplated whether I should be doing this. I had a firm desire for control, and loosing it to something so small seemed almost ridiculous.

However I knew my friends would feel uncomfortable if I refused to take the pill, so I quickly placed it at the back of my tongue and took a swig of the cranberry and vodka that swished in the bottle as I lifted it to my lips. 

I had never been that concerned with trying drugs before, I mean I had smoked quite a few joints over the years, but never anything stronger. So as that small pill slid down my throat I suddenly felt a surge of excitement build within me. Stacey looked up from the table at me and smirked wickedly.

“Guess what! I have a surprise!”

She stated trying to hold back her excitement.

“What is it?”

Misha asked, edging closer towards Stacey, her big brown eyes wide with curiosity. Stacey smiled once again, holding us in suspense before reaching for something under the table and quickly slamming a very large clear bucket on the table.

“What is it?”

I asked looking at the small cylinders inside. They looked like different coloured.

“Shots!”

Stacey sang with excitement.

“Hahaha!”

Misha laughs, clapping her hands together as she studied the large bucket.

“Everyone has five each.”

Stacey demands as her chubby finger jabs me in the ribs, causing me to jump and laugh at the same time.