Drinking: A Short Story

My relationship with drugs first began during my senior year of high school. While most of my peers attended their first parties years earlier, my first was not until I was already 17 years old. I still remember feeling so cool for attending my first party and having my first sip of alcohol. The feeling of being drunk was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt liberated, like I could break out of my quiet shell and be that fun, goofy person that everyone wanted to hang out with. Prior to this night I had never used any type of substance, legal or illegal. Since then I have continued using alcohol while also trying various different types of drugs including caffeine, marijuana, tobacco, and adderall.

On November 16, I received the notice from U.S Equal Employment Opportunity Commission District Office, Phoenix.

But my aunt stepped up and helped and took the ‘’mother’’ role which helped out alot and made things better. Eventually we started to call her mom and looked at her as our mother since our mom was not there. A few years went passed and I was 13 years old. I get a phone call from a random number and when I answered it I was shocked because it was my mom on the other end of the phone. She broke the news that her sister died and she was catching a flight back here to attend the funeral and she wanted to see me and my brother. Me and my brother both agreed to spend time with her once she got off her flight and got to my grandmother’s house. Once she got home she had good news for me and my brother and that news was that she was staying home and she was not going back to

Everyday I make tons of choices, but recently I made one I am very proud of. I was at a get together with a bunch of my friends, and we all decided it was time to go home. I had rode with a friend to the party, but that friend had been drinking alcohol throughout the evening. I knew better than to get in a car with someone who had drank too much, but I still had my free will to ride with that friend or to call for a different ride. I decided to call my mom and have her pick me up. I even tried to convince my friend to let my mom take her home, as well. My convincing did not work. My friend drove herself home and ended up hitting a rode sign. She was not hurt, but I feel like I deserve a lot of credit for the good outcomes. I could

I started dating a boy my senior year of high school that was two years younger than me. He had been known to throw parties with his older sister and get drunk almost every weekend, but he was genuine and kind to me, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Throughout our entire relationship he gave up drinking because he knew that I did not approve. However, we got into a fight one night and he decided to go out with his friends to blow off some steam without telling me. That night, he got black out drunk and started drunk texting me about how horrible I was to try to restrict him from living his life and having fun with his friends. I broke up with him the next day because I could not see the relationship continuing on after such hateful words had been exchanged and the differing views we had on what was considered fun.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I lay on my bed with my hands covering my face and scream. I look at my dating account with little determination, and press enter. I scrolled to a new tab and looked at the invite to the party I was invited to that was happening tomorrow night. I close my laptop and continue watching whatever's on TV, I flipped to the news.

Several drinks later the frustrations that had been coursing throughout my veins had ceased and were replaced with a sense of tranquility. The dispute between Audrina and me had been forcefully driven to the back of my conscience mind. I could vaguely hear the low hums from the granite countertop, but I was trying with every ounce of strength to remove the agitation from my ears. Audrina was fuming at the ears; she was in no mood to talk kindly to or about me at this point. I had never fully grasped her concept or hatred towards my drinking; I just knew she incandescently angered by it. Any chance she got the chance she would ramble with no end about the ‘negative repercussions’ that I would have to face. She would always go on about how my addiction had no benefactors for my body or my mind. She would always have this small crease that

Relieved to be going in the right direction, she settled into a seat, watching the passing scenery of auto-body shops and convenience stores. Memories of her childhood raced through her mind. How sad and devastated she'd been when her mother left. The loneliness of living in a house full of people that didn't care about anything but the party. All the times her father hadn't even noticed she was alive except when he wanted a beer or something cooked for him and his biker gang. Even as a little girl, she'd tried to do the dishes and keep the house somewhat clean, but it never stayed that way for long before empty beer cans littered every surface.

At September 14th me and my car plummet to the ocean while i’m there justing waking up from a nap i took while driving scared and confused alcoholic on his way to his death. But before we talk about how if I escaped that situation let’s go back a few hours before all this happened. So there i was at a local party celebrating with me and my designated driver. I was drinking and dancing with some other funny people. I don’t like to admit it but i’m an alcoholic who obviously is addicted to alcohol but at this point i feel like i’ve drank every beer there is to man.

Due to economic circumstances and my father's alcohol abuse, my family suffered from family problems and emotional pain. My father would come home drunk and argue with my mother about our economic circumstances. I was too young to understand what was occurring between my parents and I grew up believing that this was the typical family. I remember a specific occasion when my dad came home and he said that he was tired of us. He left my mom with my three siblings and I without money and anywhere to go. This situation terrified me and caused me to focus in school to forget about my personal problems. I could not understand how my father could leave us and not care for us. We then lived in someone's garage because we could not afford a home. Throughout

Before we got in the line we had these people buy us alcohol but we are running low and sobering up and it's only about five at this point and the show didn't start for another six hours. We ask a couple of people to buy us alcohol but it wasn't the right moment. We ask this boy who looked well under our age to buy us alcohol. Just by his appearance, his skinny, long torso and long legs and neon green shirt make him look like a highschooler. “But, he has the bright orange wristband that says 21” I say. Wendy goes over to asks him and he says yes and she gives him the money. After a couple of minutes Wendy and I start watching and noticing they were talking. “It looks like they are just going to take the money and run.” “They aren't even getting in the line to buy the beer.”

I need sleep,” my dad said, dismissing us when we got back to the house, sitting awkwardly on a sofa which had collapsed beneath his weight. His tracksuit bottoms caught up on his calf exposed the shocking white of his skin. I straightened the covers for him, plumping the cushions.

I am typing this essay to explain something about me and it's not much but overall I’m usually quiet and I didn’t really like to talk and I didn’t really have any friends, when I started high school, I didn’t know how to make friends and I never really was a social person, like I did have friends but only a few friends and I never really talked, when I’m with my family I talk a lot and I would spend lots of time with my family and I was really close to my family like I talked to them and I usually would go see my dad’s side of family, I spent lots of time with them but my grandma was sick so I would go see her and visit her every once awhile because my dad would invite us over like we would watch football with them and we would go to movies with my dad like The Man of Steel and World War Z, including Transformers I spent a lot of time at my grandma’s house but that all changed after a while.

The last mistake my older brother had made was spending his money when he knew he was going to a fun concert. He had always worked at an oilfield in north dakota with my father because my dad could easily get him a job out there. My brother was a young adult and had really nothing to pay off. As he was making this money he would never ever save. He had made way too much for a young adult like him, he would spend money on things he absolutely needed but some things he didn’t even need because it was alway a waste of money. Braxton was getting ready to go to an EDC concert in Las Vegas Nevada with my cousin fro cody. He had told my family

     Alcohol is a very powerful drug. It can ruin someone’s life. It may also be able to ruin everyone that alcoholic lives around. But first what is alcoholism.