burns on the way down.

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As I lifted the bottle to my lips i thought about how good of an idea this is. wondering how i got into this situation. i mean ,me, at a party. It had to be at least 3 in the morning. I was usually asleep ,or writing fanfiction, by now. That or on tumblr. But here i am, raising this foul smelling alcohol to my lips.

Oh Hell.

I'm not even sure what this is. Defiantly not any kind of fruity girl drink. If i tip the bottle just a little more i could probably get a little taste. Just enough to identify this medical smelling alcohol.

" HAVEN!"

shit.   

i would recognize that voice from anywhere.

My sister.

god i hate her. and i hated her more then ever as she ripped the bottle from my lips.

Vodka,defiantly vodka.

she slapped me and I pushed her away from me.

everyone was staring. I could strangle her right now.

"your only 18!" she spat at me. I looked at the shattered bottle on the ground. I looked over at Amy,the girl who was throwing this party.

"I'll get you another bottle, sorry about the party crasher."

I apologized again and left the place calmly and quietly, leaving my sister behind.

I slipped into my car,shoving the key into the ignition. Before i could start the car, there was my sister, slamming her fists against the glass of my window. I didn't even look at her,i just drove away.

"Your my ride!" she shouted at me

I rolled the window down and flipped her the bird. She'll just have to find someone else.

The drive was peaceful,and quiet.

as soon as i pulled into the parking lot i was defiantly ready for bed. I pulled open the door to the dorm building. i took the slow elevator to my room ,where i would usually tare the stairs. I hit the up button,and waited. the elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing a very cute guy. he was built bigger, broad shoulders, big arms, and a little chub, but still very cute. he smoothed his light brown hair and flashed me a smile. i flinched as he shot his hand out,holding the elevator for me.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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