My First Drink - Original Writing

When I entered the hospital room, the girl smiled brightly. She had a change of clothes and her hair was slightly drier. “Hello.” She spoke sweetly. Oh, so sweetly. I tried to shake the thought out of my head, focusing on a reply.

“Umm ok,” she says with a confused face. My hands are shaking and sweet is slowly dripping down my head. I have never felt so awkward in my life. We walk through town just talking about school and other boring topics until I decide to cut the small talk and stop about 50 metres away from Jack Loniel’s house.

This time they decided to send me out of town to a program in Arizona. I arrived there on a Friday, however, the program wasn 't to commence until that Monday. There was no way I was going to check in and be on lockdown, knowing that I still had a weekend to play with. I checked into a hotel and prepared myself for, what I thought would turn out, a great time. I learned that things don 't always turn out as planned. I hit the town running at full speed seeking the first bar I could locate to get things kicked off. Before I knew it, I had gone from one bar to another, even catching taxis to get to and from them. When I made it back to the hotel room, I was pretty loaded and should have called it quits. But there 's another thing I

She couldn't help but crack a bit of a smile, “Yeah, I'm surprised as you are. What are you doing here?” She paused for a second before speaking again, “Trevor, right?”

“It’s going to be so weird riding in the backseat with you driving. The last memories I have of all us in a car is old Sal and me driving and hauling everyone to community band,” I say, laughing as we move towards his car.

I was giddy to get home i was walking down my my street “ Walkers rd.” I scoffed and roll my eyes. I walk down this road everyday and appreciate the scorching irony every time. I opened the deep oak doors with force. My 13 year old body still has trouble. I shoved the door with the elbow my grey backpack wasn't depending on. Finally when my body managed to push the door, something wasn't right. By that i mean my house wasn't mine… the orchard my mother obsesses over wasn't the center of the foyer , the bright white walls with the complementary purple rug wasn't there. It was dark with a rustic light switch. I hit the light switch and the creepy hospital lights that turn on one by one showed blinding light that settled to a musty yellow

On August 20, 2015, I started my freshman year at the private school known as the University of Indianapolis. I could have sworn up and down that the bazillion movies I had watched over the span of the summer had prepared me for this journey. Truth is, it didn’t. It left huge gaping holes. If it prepared me for anything, it would be the amount of alcohol some people stupidly consumed because they do not know their limits and some campus employees are handsome beyond approach. I am not against drinking at all. In fact, if I was just ten months older I would probably partake in a couple. No matter what party you attend, there will be that group of people who consume every drink there to the point they can’t see two feet in front of them. However,

“Celia please come to the Entry Room as soon as possible” That was her cue to go and meet the person who she would be living with. As she started there she continued to get more and more nervous. What she had really wanted to ask this girl was all about what the outside was like and more importantly, what she had done to get into here. Was she like her and couldn 't remember? Even though she had known that she would have to ask the basic questions first and if they would even talk that much after they first met anyway.

As Sarah’s mom pulls into the driveway of 1542 Elm Street, she in nothing but excited. Impatiently she tells her mom to hurry and unlock the door not wanting to waste a single second of the “girls night” planned. When the doors finally unlocked she rushed to grab her bag and practically sprinted up to the front door. Sarah rang the doorbell a couple of times then started to jump up and down as she waited.

I turned to face the girl and got a good look at her for the first time. She was extremely pretty, probably even more than I was and I was credited for being extremely pretty. Her hair was midnight black and straight. Like the uncooked noodles in the boxes that I buy from the supermarket. Her face was smooth, there were no irregularities in it, no sign of any acne, and her eyes were bright and full of life.

Laura was silent again, then smiled, with wet eyes. A real, genuine, smile, just like Cath remembered from so long ago. Suddenly, Cath could see that underneath the new hair and fancy clothes was still her mother, was still the woman who had taken her and Wren to the zoo and cried on the first day of kindergarten. Right then, Cath wasn’t looking at the person who had left her and her family behind. She was just looking at her mom.

“I’m feeling better already,” she said, as Arthur took a seat beside her and handed over her first dose of medication, along with a paper cup filled with water. “I didn’t realize how horrible I felt until I was sitting in Dr. Monmouth’s office. Thank you so much for bringing me and blowing up your whole day.”

Inside of ten minutes, she stands on Estelle Louise’s front porch, staring down at the weathered screen door, lying at her feet. Sidestepping around it, she enters the house and moseys into her friend’s dingy cluttered front parlor. As soon as she sees Estelle Louise, leisurely rocking back and forth in her tattered rocking chair, she walks over, gave her a warm hug, and says, Hi

I didn't mean to fall asleep. I promise I'll deliver them as soon as I am able."

“I’m going to go now. Ask your teacher if you need any help. I’ll come pick you up after school ok? Don’t worry you’ll be fine.”