Why?

2011-05-07T22:04:00.000-07:00

Alcohol?? why?? God why them?? She has a good life!! Everyone knows about the after prom thing "alcohol". I didn't worry about it. Thought to myself its just what the popular kids do at big parties. I was wrong. It happened at my friends house. See I am in a special program at my school where we teach kids at the middle school the dangers of drugs and alcohol. It's my first time. I know the just of what I am suppost to teach to the little kids so I am good, but I have never experianced anything I have taught personally. Until tonight. Like I began it was after prom. Yes prom. I went as a freshman and hung out with my junor friends my date was a junor. He was very nice but not the most attractive and definitely not one of the people you would like to be danced on with. So I would hang out with my girl junor friends. As you know I don't use names so let's stick with that. Well my date and I left and he took me home, I got changed and packed my stuff to sleepover/party at my friends house for the night. All the plans were made for me to be picked up around nine tomorrow morning from my brother so we could go to church. I wore my new clothes that my mom bought me this morning and I wore my brand new white fishing hat because ever since I got it I loved it. I texted my friend asking if I was still invited she said yeah, so my dad dropped me off and I good-bye. I enter her house cheerful and get in a slight disagreement with some kid who to me seems gay but apparently he's not. The disagreement is over my brother because truthfully I love my brother even if he is cocky, self-center, and a smart-ass. So I backed my brother up since he wasn't there to do it himself. All of a sudden my friend tells us that she has desert for us to eat and I saw that it was left overs from my dinner party which she was invited to around five before prom. We all help ourselves to one and then as I look around her kitchen I see a vodka bottle and some other bag that I suspect to have alcohol in it. My stomach dropped, and then my friend who owns the house and four other people join in around the bottles and start making a fruity alcoholic beverage. I turn to my other friend who's sister isn't drinking either and ask her, "Are you down with this?" She replies,"Not really, if you want a ride home I'm not drinking so I can give you a ride." I thank her and then tell her maybe around midnight and twenty minutes in she could take me home. She replies with a yes and I thank her again. All of a sudden my friend who owns the house comes into her living room where I am talking to our friend and she askes,"Are you okay with this." Me,"No it's stupid. Why would you do this?" Then another girl comes in with pink in her hair and starts talking about this assembly we had friday about not drinking and all. Then they go back into the kitchen and start to drink again. The two sister that are not drinking deside to watch some TV so I sit with them and watch. By that time my stomach feels horrible I want to just dump all their alcohol into the river by my friend's house, but I don't. The girl with the pink hair comes and sits on the coach across from me and sets the vodka on the side of her that faces the windows. And she begins to tell the other sister about how she is having trouble finishing her drink and I look over at my friend who owns the house and she has finished it completely. In my gut I do not trust this situation at all and once everyone has cleared out of the living room, I ask my friend who offered me a ride if she could take me home now. She and I get up and head for the door. I feel silly leaving a situation like a coward but I know it is better for me to get out of there before there is any trouble. My friend who owns the house comes up to me with a dark liquid in her glass. She was discussing earlier about how she mixed vodka and diet pepsi together, so that is what i assumed it was. She asks, "Are you going home?" All I can manage to get out is a small yes, I have the urge to cry but I do not because that would just embarase myself. She smells like strong liquir since she has already had three drinks and she is probably drunk by now. But she still seems like her crazy self just a little sillier. She said, "I wanted you to come but if I told you what we were going to do you wouldn't have come." I just nod in agreement to what she said. She continues to talk, "It's cuz you're so much fun!" I finally work up the nerve to try my almost cracked voice and say,"You don't need alcohol to have fun. You are going to lose so much of you're knownledge by this alcohol." I try to get out but my voice and emotions are getting the best of me and I just turn around and exit the house. "Thanks again." I tell my friend taking me home. "Yeah no problem."
"I just don't understand why they have to drink." I comment.
"Yeah, I know. I've never seen my friend drink infront of me before and I don't like it."
"Why did she begin to drink?" I ask talking about the girl who owns the house.
"Well, I think it was because she was stressed out and there was too much going on."
"She is so smart why is she ruining her life by doing this?"
"I have no idea."
We both talk on the way to my house about the alcohol and our friend who is going under the infuence of the alcohol. We are both extremely worried about her. But I know I can not do anything about it right now though. As my friend stops her car by my front yard I tell her to text me if anything happens and to keep me informed on what is going on. She agrees with me and leaves.
I really wish that her and her sister would just go home and stay away from that house. I do not know how I will act around those people anymore. I know they respect what I did, but that doesn't mean they will treat me the same.
I want to keep my brother away from my friend who owns that house, but i know it is going to be hard since she and him are good friends. As I write this I feel sad and regretful and hopeful that this story might help someone. As I type this I want to curl up and cry for my friends, and pray for Gods help. But if i do not put this out here than someone might not ever know my story and that might never help them through a difficult path. What if i did stay what would have happened? Why god why them? Why her god? she did nothing wrong.

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