At seventeen, I never imagined that I would end up in rehab. I always thought people who resorted to drugs were clearly, for a lack of a better word, fucked up. Who would in their right minds decide to destroy their lives in the first place? Clearly, there was something very wrong with me. I mean, how else would I end up in this god-forsaken hellhole? It was my choice really; well partly since my mother had already picked this place for me weeks before I begged her to take me here.
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12 steps
Teen Fiction“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step” - Lao Tzu Seventeen-year-old Anna Morgan is not your typical teenager. While most girls her age had school, best friends and boyfriends— she busied herself with drugs, partying and booze. F...
