Alcohol isn't cool. But when you're in high school, alcohol is like juice and five year olds. It's all around.
I got a bit thirsty. I didn't want to drink water, I had a taste for punch. I walked over to the punch bowl and I grabbed a cup. Before I knew it, I was tipsy.
"Hey Baby! How 'ya 'doin?" I asked everyone. I was so tipsy that I could not speak right. I could not even walk right.
I danced half the night with boys I hardly knew. Boys danced with me. I had a few numbers written on my hands and arms with a black marker.
"Who... Put...alcohol... In... The... Punch? I did! I did!" I yelled.
Everyone tried to sit me down, I was so tipsy I threw them all out. I felt like a jerk!
YOU ARE READING
Half A Heart (Niall Horan)
Teen FictionAvery's parents are on vacation for the summer. Avery decides to throw a party with her boyfriend, Jake. When she starts going over Jake's house, she discovers that he is abusive to her. When she meets Niall... That changes. FINISHED* * WATTY AWARDS...
