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Personal Narrative: 18

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Clare would question me at least three times a day if I was going to drink when I turned eighteen. It was a daily routine for her at the time. The conversation would always go the same way: “Clare, I still have time to make that decision. I’m only seventeen leave me alone.” “But you HAVE TO it would be so fun!” “Yeah I know! I probably will!” I was one of the first to turn eighteen in my grade and deciding whether to drink or not was a decision I had not made yet. Everyone around me was expecting that I would. Little did they know that I had grown up with two alcoholic parents and getting drunk wasn’t exactly an ideal situation for me. It had happened a few days after one of those very conversations with Clare. I arrived home from school on …show more content…

“I just need a shower and then I’ll be okay” Julie arrived. “What’s going on?” I explained what had happened while mum was in the shower and just as I finished there were muffled footsteps as mum came down the stairs. As she did, I went back upstairs and left them to work things out. A few hours later Julie came upstairs “Your mum is not normal, but its okay I’ll work things out” and left. I decided to go to bed. I awoke to the sound of laughing. The kind that starts in your stomach and erupts out of your mouth like a volcano. “Sam. Sam. Sam. Get up. You have to get upstairs.” Laughter “Sam come on. Get up you can’t sleep here, half on the floor half on the stairs get up” “NO YOU KNOW WHAT, GET OUT. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE JULIE, JUST BECAUSE YOUR LIFE IS A MESS DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN COME AND RUIN MINE.” “ Come on get up and I’ll leave” No response. “Sam. Sam. SAM.” No response “Can you hear me? Do I need to call the ambulance?” No response About 10 minutes passed at this time. “Sam, get up. Can you hear me?” “Alex, stop trying to control me. Go to bed” “Sam, I am not Alex its Julie. Alex is in bed asleep.” “Alex I said

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