An Sos From Lilly : Sos

“So I started this new diet, and I can’t drink wine. These kids are making it very hard to keep that up,” the Rosehill Elementary School librarian, Mrs. Harrington, siad to me in passing. I paused my book shelving and gave her a quiet chuckle while she went to go teach the kindergarten class that recently arrived. For the next thirty minutes I heard screaming and shouting about sharing crayons while students ran up and down the shelves, nearly running into me in the process. Once the kindergarteners left, Mrs. Harrington was making her way back to her desk, but whispered to me, “You know what? I’m going to have a glass tonight. I deserve it.”

“We all should’ve paid attention, it’s not just your fault” I responded trying to subside his guilt. His friend thought it would be best for him to drive instead so Dylan could lay down and ease his raging headache. About an hour later Dylan’s dad finally found us and it turned out that we weren’t that far away from the first checkpoint.

When a friend of the family leaves for college excited for what’s ahead in their future and doesn’t’ wake up on a Saturday morning because of an accidental drug

This summer two of my friends and I traveled to Las Vegas, to attend a 3-day music festival called Electric Daisy Carnival – Las Vegas. This week was one of the best times of my life, and I’ll cherish it for as long as I live. But when we traveled there, we didn’t think about the fact that all of us could have different opinions about what we should do and when we should do it. The two friends I traveled with were Jessy and Martez, Martez and I are exact replicas of each other, so we usually agree on most things and Jessy is the “brains” of the trio, she’s definitely the rational thinker. During our time in Las Vegas, the weather was 100º+ every day so staying hydrated and well malnourished was very important. But as teenagers, we’re not thinking about this, we want to drink and have as much fun as we possibly can while we were there. I distinctively remember the Saturday we were there, Martez suggested that as soon as we got ready for the day we should day-drink and explore the strip, and of course I agreed. Jessy brought it to our attention that we should just grab something quick to eat, since we’re going to be out all

Going back to the night of the party, I had talked to these girls I had just met for about a half an hour. It turns out, that the girl who had eleven too many was their friend and they finally found a way home. They are leaving and they invited me to go with them (probably because they could tell I wasn’t having much fun). So now, I have two options. Leave with them now and go to bed, or go back inside with my friends and give it another shot. I promised myself I’d go to a party at least once while I was in college, and what just happened didn’t count. I said goodbye, I took a deep breathe and went back inside the house. It all hit me again, but it wasn’t as hard as the first time because I knew what to expect. I found my friends at the front of the house and I stuck with them the rest of the night. We danced, I got beer spilled on me, and we all left the party around 2:00 a.m. smelling like sweat and marijuana. We stopped at Madison’s afterwards and got pizza and the crinkled french fries. I don’t know if it was the exhaustion or hunger, but that was probably the best food I’d had since I’d gotten to the

“Do not do this, I’ll drive. I haven’t drank at all tonight.” Weston rolls his eyes and says, “Nothing is going to happen to me.” This proved to be wrong as at 2:32 AM, the police are knocking on Weston’s front door. His mom has not slept a wink, just waiting for her son to get home. As she opens the door, she hears the news that her son has passed away in a car wreck due to being intoxicated. For a few minutes, she is in an elusive state. Once she starts to comprehend that her son is really gone, she falls to the ground; her tears flooding the house. Unfortunately, situations like these are not uncommon. In an article called “Teens Driving Fact and Fatality Statistics” it describes how teens think that they are invincible, but a little under twenty teens die every day due to DUI crashes. This selfish act of drinking and driving could not only kill the driver, but random civilians on the road. Underage drinking does not just involve driving though. While many teens think drinking is harmless fun, it can lead to suspension of extracurriculars, health problems, and possibly death.

(Jane/ Danny) is a (Hispanic/Black/white) (mother/father) of a 9 year old girl, a 6 year old boy, and a 3 year old boy. One night after (Jane/Danny) had put the children to bed, (his/her) friend (Mandy/Jake) called and invited (Jane/Danny) to come to the bar and have a few drinks since they had not seen each other in a month. Since (Jane/Danny) had just put the children to bed for the night, (he/she) decided that it wouldn’t hurt to go out with (Mandy/Jake) since the kids would be asleep the whole time, and it had been a very long time since they had spent time together. After (Jane/Danny) and (Mandy/Jake) caught up over a few drinks for a few hours, they decided that it was getting late and that they needed to get home. Upon opening the door

The noise in the bar had increased, as had the heat from the overcrowded bodies. I decided to leave until I bumped into karma an old college flame. I used to date. I mean, I was rather deeply in love with Karma during my college years at Texas Southern University (T.S.U). She resembled the R&B singer Sade, but a little bit darker in color and slightly taller. It’s funny because we haven’t seen or spoken to one another sense she broke up with me for some fraternity nigga after I wrecked my car coming from Baseball practice some ten years. We used to do everything together, even get high. Karma was the first female I ever saw smoke weed out of a 24 ounce Budweiser beer

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Typical Saturday nights in Jackson, Mississippi begin with a text saying something along the lines of “______ is having a party” or even just a dropped pin with a time. The night of February 23, 2016 was not the ordinary Saturday night for a majority of Northeast Jackson high school students. Around four o'clock Saturday afternoon, Gracie receives a text via GroupMe that there is a party at eight o'clock at Grayson’s in Raymond. As always, Daniel assembles the carpool, and Mason volunteers to be the designated driver. Daniel and Mason went out to buy the alcohol for the group, and Margaret and Gracie request Barefoot Moscato, Michelob Ultra, and Smirnoff. Margaret and Gracie contribute the Sprite, cranberry juice, bottled water, and crackers.

I approached from the front made eye contact and smiled walking past her and stopped, reached in and grabbed a loaf of Hawaiian Bread, exclaiming that this bread is my favorite. The child looked taken aback, not knowing what to do, the mother, smiling as she weakly nodded and agreed that it was very tasty bread. When I placed the bread back and tried to continue the conversation, giving her a recipe to make with this bread, she quickly took control of the cart and explained she really has to get going. I later found a trio of “bros” with a cart full of alcohol. I made a thumbs up and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels, informing them that this is my favorite liquor by far. Their response was to give me a high five and one of them carefully took the bottle from me. When I told them Coke was on sale and would be a perfect fit for their Jack, they gave me another round of high

“Do not do this, I’ll drive. I haven’t drank at all tonight.” Weston rolls his eyes and says, “Nothing is going to happen to me.” This proved to be wrong as at 2:32 AM, the police are knocking on Weston’s front door. His mom has not slept a wink, just waiting for her son to get home. As she opens the door, she hears the news that her son has passed away in a car wreck due to being intoxicated. His mom falls to the ground; her tears flooding the house. Unfortunately, situations like these are not uncommon. In an article called “Teens Driving Fact and Fatality Statistics” it describes how teens think that they are invincible, but eight teens die every day due to DUI crashes. This selfish act of drinking and driving could not only kill the driver, but random civilians on the road. Underage drinking does not just involve driving though. While many teens think drinking is harmless fun, it can lead to suspension of extra-curriculars, health problems, and possibly death.

The day has come,Rileys prom with Eric and her friends.Before she left her mom gave her lesson to not do nothing dumb or drink any drink that is open.The reason why Rileys mom told he this is because her mom thinks someone might put something in Rileys drink.Her friend Arina and other friends of Riley picked riley up from her house in a limo.In the limo there was also one of Eric’s friend named Albert they go way back since middle school.Albert brought alcohol drinks and everyone got pretty drunk.It was Riley’s first time drinking and the limo had to pull over because she wasent feeling good and Riley threw up and wasent feeling good.But she faked a smile and said she was good.When they go to the venue Riley and Eric danced together for a while and later danced with all of their friends.

On the last day of school my friends Jack, Ian, and Tom decided that they were going to find their way into his house and see what he does all day. The plan was simple; everyone was going to “sleepover” Tom’s house. We picked Tom’s house because he only lived five houses down the street from Mr. Gronk and he snuck out of his house all of the time because his parent’s bedroom was on the third floor, and we would leave tom’s house through the door in the basement, loud noises were not going to be an issue. The issue would be finding our way over to Mr. Gronk’s house at one in the morning.

Sam turned 16 a couple months ago, and now has his license and may drive whenever he wants. He and his friends love to go out and party. Sam usually picks them all up and drives. One particular night, Sam and his friends were invited to a college party; they loaded up the car and rushed to the party. Sam and his friends are risk takers, so when the college boys dared them to do a keg-stand, they did not back down. Dizzy and disoriented, Sam squinted at the clock and noticed it was 3 AM. He had to get home before his parents realized that he was out past curfew. Sam shouted at his friends to get in the car; he knew he was not sober, but insisted that if he drove slowly they would be okay. The next morning, Sam’s parents woke up to an officer knocking on the front door. Sam’s car had crossed the margins in an area where there was no ditch and rolled the car down a hill. Sam was alive enough after the accident to call 911; all the boys were rushed to the hospital, but doctors did not hold high hopes for all the boys to survive.