Not really sure

Tipsy, not drunk

All the characters in this book are people that I know and the background imformation is true (well most if it, Me and my friends don't steal and we don't live near an unused runway) however the storyline is made up, I hope that there aren't too many characters in the story, I will hopefully introduce them gradually.

I stared down at the bottle of vodka in my shaking left hand. I was knelt on the floor of the corner shop carefully deciding what bottle to 'borrow' for this party I had to go to in 20 minutes. I glanced at the clock above the counter. The vodka would have to do.

Slowly, I straightened my legs and edged my way towards the door careful not to catch anyone's eye. I was within two paces of the door when a voice from behind me started to shout my name, how did he even know who I was? I didn't bother looking at him, the less he saw, the better, I ran.

The man was fast, he was only a few strides away from me. I sprinted through an ally that lead onto the battered, unused runway. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and my heart raced with excitement, I could get used to this! Turning right at the next corner, I took my first glance back, he was gone.

Panting heavily, I curled my stomach in and rested my hands on my knees, pointing my hands towards the ground. I wondered if that little run would count as training?

I was in training, training for the world bouldering championships in 8 months time but only if I got selected for the team. Bouldering is not the most well known sport and to all the male species in our town, the sport is a joke.

"No you don't just have to get to the top as quickly as you can, that's speed climbing, my kind of climbing is bouldering. No ropes, short walls and high intensity is where it's at." I tried to explain to my friend Lola the first time I met her.

I only met Lola when I was 11 and she was a cute, geeky, clever girl who cared about football more than she did about dresses. when we hit year 9 she became one of those girls that dums herself down to try and impress boys and plasters her face with makeup. My friends and I take the piss out of her now but deep down we love her.

My breathing had almost returned to its normal rate now, I straightened up and made my way along the unused runway, that was tonight a party venue, towards flashing lights that were beginning to dance across the sky in front of me, I had the feeling that tonight was going to be good.

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"I'm not drunk," I protested to Myles, a cute freckly guy that was a few inches taller than me. I loved Myles, we weren't that close but we got on well, I trusted him.

"Mmmm, sure," he replied with a serious but bemused tone, "just be careful." His face widened in anticipation as he glanced over my shoulder.

Someone gave an excited yelp and the next thing I felt was my best friend pounced on me and we both went tumbling to the ground. Myles sighed and left us struggling on the floor,

"It's nice to see you too Bee," I laughed at our maturity, I only met Bee two years ago and I don't even remember when we became friends, we just did.

The music was blasting through the speakers and a mosh pit was starting to form,

"Come on," I turned to Bee, I dragged her towards the thumping beat.

"Cammie!" shrieked Iz, I turned to face my friends who were grinning with goofy smiles covering their faces. Iz, Lola and Rachael beamed at Bee and I before all of us burst into excited giggles.

Iz is the sensible one, here hair is think and ginger, it is beautiful. She is one of those people that is sweet, good at everything but weirdly competitive, everyone needs an Iz!

I held up the bottle of vodka to my friends,

"Let's go get wasted," Rachael sung as she skipped off towards the table of drinks stacked up by what was being used as the dance floor. Rolling our eyes, the rest of us followed suit.