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Oh. My. God.

How could i let this happen?
How?
How did i let myself be persuaded to go to a party on a sunday?
I have to leave in about an hour, i'm still at this party and i'm so bloody drunk that i can't even walk in a strait line.

I get up from my sofa, leaving Jack (my super hot boyfriend) alone. I shove my way through the crowds of people and try to find Chelsea. Chelsea's my best friend, and i love her to bits, but she drinks way, way too much.

Which means she's either in the pool, half drowning, or having unprotected sex on The host's bed. Both i've, unfortunatly, walked in on her doing and had to save her.

I have to get out of here. This is the first time this has ever happened to me. I'm gonna have to go to my boarding school soon, and thats all the way on the other side of the country.

Although this is the kind if stress i'd expect when leading a double life like mine.

Half of the time i'm at school, reading to myself or working at my desk in my big posh boarding dorm.

The other half of the time i'm at a strangers house, getting pissed, or high, or laid, or... something.