When I was about 14, a freshman in high school, I had spent the night at a friends house. We snuck out and were going to walk up to the convenience store about a mile away. We were rebels after all!!
As we were walking down the street this car of guys pulled up and asked if we wanted to go to a party, we said yes. I had never had a drink before in my life. When we got to the hotel party they asked me if I wanted a drink. I said no. They pulled out a gallon of orange juice and asked if I wanted orange juice. I said sure. Turns out I ended up drinking a 50/50 mixture of vodka and orange juice all night to the point where I have no idea how I didn't die.
There was one point where I was seeing double... not the double that swayed; this double vision I had to get up and touch the wall because I was positive there were two of the same paintings. It was HILARIOUS for everyone there. Look at the drunk girl Give her some more....
Then I started getting violently ill. My friend and I went to one of the guys houses and I collapsed on the bed throwing up everywhere. They didn't even get me a trash can, they just let me throw up all over the bed.
Can you believe this guy came in and tried to make a move on me? He started pulling my pants down saying he knew what would make me feel better. What the fuck was he talking about? Nothing could make me feel better that involved taking my pants off. Luckily I had on combat boots and have very strong legs because he got a swift kick to the nose. I hope I broke that bastards nose. That was enough for him to call me a bitch and leave me alone.
I must have passed out. Thank God I didn't die... Although, I woke up the next day and felt like I had died.
I begged my friend and the guy she was with to give me a ride home. I just wanted to go home. Finally they agreed.
It was about 11am. When I got home I tried to pretend I wasn't dying. Too late, the police had been out looking for me all night. My dad told me to take a shower and get dressed. He dragged me down to the police station and threw me in an interrogation room and had a cop scream at me.
She had me sit at the table and asked me how I was feeling? Asked me if I felt 'cool'? Did I think this was how adults acted? She told me I looked like shit then pulled a mirror out and made me look at myself. I did look like shit. I looked like I was dead. I felt dead. I just wanted to go home and crawl into my bed and never get out. Ever. After about 2 hours of this I was able to leave. I went home and slept the whole day.
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