You know the commercials where it says live above the influence, yada, yada, yada. Hell, there's one where a
girl is puking up pictures, and you ALWAYS say "that's stupid, I'm never going to do that." And then there's
the health class you have, where they say "don't fall for peer pressure." And you think, 'i'm not, if one of my
friends pressured me, I would say no, and turn around." You swear to your parents you'll never do anything bad.
That their sweet little angel will never change.
But what if she did..
She fell under peer pressure.
Never in my life would I ever say I was addicted to coke.
If you told me I would say that in the future, I'd laugh in your face, and walk away.
I would have never believed you.
*
"WAKE UP!"Samantha said, bouncing on her bed. I looked up, and felt pain in my head. "OWW!" I said, touching my
forehead. She gave me a glass of water, and said "I put tylenol in the water, drink up, you'll feel better." I
looked at her, but followed her demand. I took a sip, and almost puked. "Here's some soda." she said, handing me
the bottle. I took a giant sip, then smiled. She smiled and said "let's go get some coffee."
"White chocolate mocha." I said to the starbucks dude. "I think he really likes you, Beth." Samantha said. I
handed him 5 dollars, and he gave me back my chamge. "Thank you." I said, then looked at Beth "who?" I asked.
"Kenny." she said. "No offense to Kenny, he's good looking, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now." I
said. "Oh come on, Beth. You were totally into him last night." she said, smiling. "Well I wasn't myself last
night last night." I said, grabbing my coffee. She looked at me, and said "well did you like it?" I looked at her
and said "what?" She pointed to her nose, and smiled. "I mean yeah after the burning went away, but I don't know
if I'll do it again." I said, sitting in a chair. "Why not!?" she asked. I looked at her, and said "1.) It's
illegal. 2.) It's bad. And 3.) Because I don't want to." I said, sipping my coffee. She looked at me, and said
"alright." I looked at her, and said "really?" She said "yeah, I mean I'm not going to make you feel uncomfortable,
that wasn't in my intention." I looked at her, and said "you made me feel uncomfortable last night." "I know, and
I'm sorry. I just wanted you to get your mind off Greg." she said. Greg. Everytime I hear his name I wanna cry.
I remember what he said about not doing anything dangerous. I've already broken that rule, so...why not just
keep doing it? I mean I've already done it once, what's the harm of doing it again? I looked at Samantha, and said
"well I mean, I can at least try it again." She smiled, and said "let's get ready."
Samantha had a ton of dresses. It didn't bother me though. The only things that was iin my closet were either
hoodies, tanktops, sweatpants, yoga pants, or shorts. I wasn't that much into dresses, but Samantha was. She
told me she went to the same club every weekend. I realized I never really hung out with her on the weekends, I
was always with Greg. Her tiny black dress fit my body perfectly. She teased my hair, and put make up on me.
"You're really going to have to learn to do this stuff by yourself." she said, laughing. I really never put a
crap ton of make up on. Maybe some foundation, blush, mascara, and eyeliner. But not this heavy stuff. And my
hair? Usually I'd put it up, or straighten it. But never curl it, tease it, and the hairspray killed me.
Samantha had already done her make up and hair, and she looked great. She always had the hair I wanted. Long, blonde
hair. I had dry, brown hair. "Done." she said, smiling. I looked in the mirror, and I saw the same girl I did
yesterday. "You look gorgeous." Samantha said. Yeah, but the person looking back at me wasn't..me.
We met up with Kenny and Robert outside the club. "Okay guys, I got use fake ID's." Robert said, handing me mine.
It was a picture with of me, it was the same picture as my driver's license, but this one said I was 21.
"Awesome." Samantha said. We all looked at each other, and went in. We all went straight to the bar. They
were all ordering drinks that I couldn't even pronounce, so I said "strawberry daquiri." The bartender looked at
us, and said "IDS?" We all looked at each other then grabbed our fake ID's. We handed them to the men, and
he studied them. He looked at all of us, and handed us back our ID's. "Coming right up." he said. We all smiled.
*
"I know it was bad, but when you're heartbroken, you want to get back at that person so much you can't stand it.
The thought of them getting mad that you're doing something wrong, and then them getting mad about it, excites
you. You want them to hurt, just as much as you did." I said to the crowd. They all stared and nodded. I looked
down, fighting tears. "All of this started because I wanted to piss off Greg."
*
The liquor was getting to me. Kenny was dancing on me, and I was dancing on him. The music got to us, and I
really couldn't tell you how it happened. I have never been so drunk. I had sips here and there, but not this
bad. We went back to the back room, and RObert pulled out the white pouch, "who's ready?" he asked. I laughed,
and said "I wanna go first." "Ooohhh, sassy." Samantha said. I lined it up in a line, put it up to my nose, and
sniffed.
Not as bad as my first time.
I liked it.
I was intrigued by it.
I wanted more.
I made another line, and sniffed.
I looked at Robert, Kenny, and Samantha. They were laughing, I started to laugh.
Then everything went black.
