January 11
I don't know weather to laugh or cry, but last night was amazing! Vangie is seventeen so her friends are all older but boy were they nice! They treated me like I was one
of them and talked to me like an adult too. All her friends are so groovy and the guys were really good looking, not like the boys I go to school with, ugh. I noticed
something about myself last night though. I think I may like girls, and I don't mean like in a friendly way but like in the way I like guys. Could I be a lesbian? No,
I still dig guys. A lesbian only digs women, not guys too.
It's just when I faced a girl at the party last night, I knew I wanted to screw her. I got all turned on and even excused myself to the bathroom because I was so ashamed and embarrassed. I wonder if she could tell that I wanted to make love to her? Oh I hope not! The rumors would most certainly make people want nothing to do with me.
The other thing that happened at the party was that after the incident with the girl I smoked my first joint. I came out of the bathroom and everyone was sitting in a
circle on the floor, passing around a joint. Vangie just smiled when I sat down and passed it over to me. Everybody stared at me as I inhaled, then coughed, blowing
it out. I felt like such an idiot! Then Vangie showed me how to smoke.
Once I got the hang of it I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling it brought. "The End" by the Doors was playing on the stereo, and it couldn't have been a more perfect setting
to a wonderful night. I even relaxed around Lou, the girl that turned me on earlier. Pot is so wonderful!
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Slipped Away
BeletrieThis is the diary of a teenage girl's descent into the world of drugs. Mature content. Not for the squeamish. I do not own anything except my characters and this story. I wrote it from an idea I had, and I just rolled with it to see where it would g...
