My hand shook as my put the bottle to my lips and took a sip. This stuff is nasty, but if I don't do it, I won't have any friends. I thought to myself, so I took another swig.
"Quit hogging Jen, geez. Share the wealth." said Jayda slurring her words, "You've had more than all of us" So I handed her the bottle. She drank some, handed me the bottle and said, "Finish it" so I did.
That was years ago, I'm 16 and a junior in high school. Once again I take a drink from the bottle. I am now immune to the taste, for I have had it so often. I still don't like having to drink, but being drunk out of my mind is better then facing life. Leaning against the wall with Jayda, I speak to the group for the first time in months.
"What is the point of this guys?"
((gotta go))