At 7 p.m. I'm suppose to meet Alice at K-mart to buy some snacks and then have a sleep over at her. When she finally got there, she took a bag and threw all kinds of alcohol we found in the supermarket and some bags of chips. Sincerely, I wasn't very surprised that she bought six bottles of cheap whiskey. Still, I wasn't prepared to get that drunk tonight.
After a few minutes, we got to her home, which is actually a small, messy apartment. But, I can't complain, I'm as disorganised as she is.
"Have a sit. Wherever you want.", she said as she opened two bottles of whiskey; one gave it to me.
"You have a lot of stuff here.", I say while looking at what I think it is a collection of rocks.
"Yeah whatever. So, what's your story?"
"I don't have one."
"So you live with Matt in the same apartment for no reason?"
"Kind of."
"Suuure. Ok then, I start. Then it's your turn."
She didn't wait for a reply, as she continues: "I came here for studies, but I left college because I once thought 'Life is short and I'm wasting it on stupid studies that will never help me in life anyway.' And then I met Alex, Brad and the rest of them and life started to have more sense. I love it this way."
"Interesting."
"C'mon already! Tell me your story.", she started crying and laughing at the same time. She's drunk.
"I just... left home. That's all."
"Ugh. Whatever. Here take another bottle."
"I didn't even finished my first one."
"Doesn't matter." We both started laughing.
Till midnight we both got drunk and told one another a bunch of stupid things and FOR FUCK SAKE IT WAS AWESOME!
"Ok ok listen here. I got something reaaally special.", Alice told me with a suspicious smile on her face.
She grabbed me and she picked up her bed mattress.
"Holly Fuck..."
Of course... Cocaine.
"Where the hell you got that?!?"
"Wow chill out. Alex gave me this."
"How on earth can I chill out?! You've got like what, 300g of Cocaine??"
"Wanna try?"
"What? No! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Oh please. Just try."
A part of me shouts "TRY YOU LOSER", and the other part whispers "don't.".
"Dammit. You're right, life is short."
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Destroyed and Recovered
JugendliteraturThis is a story about a girl. Let's name her Lia. Lia had a perfect life, without worries about anything, she was a role model student, beautiful and happy. She was a 16 teenage girl who enjoyed life, until one day when her parents just left her and...
