Jaila Smith is a normal sixteen year old girl, Sort of. She hasn't exactly had the easiest life, But like everybody, She has a story. And that story is the reason she is the way she is, It's also what brings her to Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
I followed Natalya out of the house. We walked a little ways down the street before a car pulled up next to us. She took no time hopping in, I stood there, Hesitant. I wanted to just go back...
"C'mon Jaila, It's fine, This is my Homie Camilo" She smiled, Glancing back at the dude who drove. I looked back toward the house, Seriously debating whether I should go back or not. I rolled my eyes before getting into the car.
"Who's your friend?" Camilo asked Natalya. I didn't even bother looking up, I didn't like either one of them to be honest...
"That's my cousin Jaila" She replied.
Minutes later, We pulled up to a house, There was obviously a party going on...I should've just went back to the house. I heard the doors open and Natalya and Camilo both got out, But I stayed.
"Is your cousin not coming?" Camilo asked aloud.
"Jaila, Come on, It's just a house party" She smiled.
"I don't like house parties" I stated stubbornly.
"We'll only be here for a couple hours" She said, As if that was going to make it any better. I didn't want to argue with her, Or make a scene, So I got out of the car. She took my hand and led me into the crowded house. It smelled like weed, And liquor, At home, Where I knew I was safe, It wouldn't be as bad, But I literally knew NOBODY.
Natalya stayed with me for like the first half hour. Then, Somehow, We got separated. I'm not usually an anxious person, But it hit me really hard. I was by myself in a crowded house of strangers...I started to have trouble breathing.
I made my way over to the counter of food/ drinks. I quickly got a cup of what I assumed to be punch and downed it, Hoping it'd take my mind off of my panic attack. But it didn't.
After a few minutes, I started to feel dizzy. I made my way outside. I almost fell off the porch, I knocked into something. But it spoke, So I knew it was someone...
I looked up, Even though my vision was cloudy, I could make out her face and all her features.
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"Hey, Are you okay?" She asked. I tried to speak, But I couldn't, I wound up on the ground, She was trying to help me up... That's all I remember.
KENTRELL
"Yo, I'm boutta dip" Ben said, We all agreed that the party wasn't lit. Our whole group was making our way out.
"Aye! Youngboy!" Ben caught my attention. "I'ma go find Mo!" He said. I nodded, Continuing my route outside. I usually like parties, But this one just wasn't up. As I got on the porch, Looking out, I seen Mo, Tryna hold some chick up.
"Trell, Help me!" She said, Struggling to hold her. I jogged over and pulled the girl up, But she was out of it. I didn't recognize her, Shawty was fine too...
"What happened?" I asked, Still trying to hold her.
"I'on know, She knocked into me and then like, Fell"-
" Who she come wit'?"-
"I'on know"-
" Go find Ben and KD"I directed her. She nodded before rushing off.
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JAILA
"The punch was spiked"A voice spoke.
" You ever find out who she was wit'?"-
"Nah, I'on even know'a name"-My eyes fluttered open, I was surprised to see three dudes, And the girl from the party...
I tried to sit up, But my head hurt really bad. I groaned, Which caught their attention. They all turned to me. The girl came directly to me. I sat up, Holding my head.
" Where's my phone?"I mumbled, Feeling around me for it.
"Hey, It's okay" The girl spoke. I still felt like I was spinning.
"I need my phone, I gotta go"I said, I was frustration because I wasn't in control...I tried to get up, But I didn't make it far. The girl caught me, And one of the dudes came to help her. They sat me back on the couch.
"It's okay" The girl spoke, Trying to calm me down. "What's your name?" She asked.
"Jaila" I answered, Glancing between her and the guys who stood behind her.
"Who'd you come to the party with? Do you remember?" She questioned. I did, And the whole situation made me mad.
"Yeah, Natalya" I answered, Rolling my eyes.
"Natalya, Camilo's Natalya?"-
" Yeah"-
"How do you know her?"-
"Me and my family moved in with them, She's my like cousin, I guess" I shrugged. She glanced back at the guys. "I don't like her, She dragged me to the party"I added, Placing my hand on my forehead.
"I'm Monet, That's Kd, Ben and Youngboy" She introduced the guys. I half-smiled, It was kind of embarrassing...
"I heard somebody say that the drink was spiked" I spoke.
"Yeah" Monet said.
"And yo' cousin's crew threw the party"-
" She ain't my cousin, I don't affiliate myself with her "I said, With an attitude.
" Aye, shawty, I was jus' lettin' you know" He said.
"Whatever, I gotta get back t'the house"-
" Do you know where it is?"-
"I'll find my way"I said, Standing up, I grabbed my bag before leaving. I stepped out onto the sidewalk, I didn't have any idea where I was...Pulling out my phone, I seen that it was almost midnight. I had four missed calls and a bunch of missed texts. The bright light made my head hurt.
I walked ( Slowly ) down the street. The dim street lights didn't really help either. I couldn't call or text anybody, Because no matter how mad I was at Natalya, I wasn't going to just rat her out, That's not how I am.
I'd only been walking for a few minutes when I felt an overwhelming need to puke. Doubling over, I did so...Puking up my guts that is. I'd never drank alcohol, Or whatever the spike was...
As I stood up straight, A car rolled up. I couldn't see the driver, And didn't bother looking, Until they got out...
