An Encounter with the Law
Friday evening Jeffery decided to go to a party. After all, it was his senior year in high school and he hadn't been to one yet.
Upon his arrival to the party, the guests were quite perplexed. It wasn’t the typical crowd Jeffery took pleasure in associating himself with. He had no intentions of consuming alcohol, although he knew it would be there. He had only planed to mingle with the guests and familiarize himself with the partying atmosphere that so many tried to convince him was "cool".
Jeffery found himself hovering around a table with some sort of refreshments on it. He wasn't exactly sure what they were or why in fact they were even there. One set of thirst quenching beverages that caught Jeffery's eye were that of what appeared to be orange juice. The guests referred to them as "screw drivers." This simple fact confused Jeffery. For, he hadn't the slightest idea why someone would label a traditional drink with such an incriminating name.
Jeffery indulged himself in the deliciously colored breakfast beverage. After a few sips, Jeffery realized that this wasn't what his family had shared at the breakfast table for the last sixteen years of his life. In fact, he even began to realize why they called it a screw driver. But he was intrigued and continued to delve into the drink.
Later that night, Jeffery discovered that he couldn't walk a straight line. He also discovered that he could not walk a crooked line as he was having trouble standing. Nevertheless, Jeffery gripped his keys in his loose hands and groggily approached his vehicle. Although this wasn't the best decision he would make
Jeffery drove, if you can call it that, towards the general vicinity of his house. After taking out a mailbox or two he found himself inside the living room of the Williams' residence. Unsure how he got there and afraid someone would come to investigate, he backed out of the house with what was left of his car and continued on down the street; making what was not only the
Upon his arrival to the party, the guests were quite perplexed. It wasn’t the typical crowd Jeffery took pleasure in associating himself with. He had no intentions of consuming alcohol, although he knew it would be there. He had only planed to mingle with the guests and familiarize himself with the partying atmosphere that so many tried to convince him was "cool".
Jeffery found himself hovering around a table with some sort of refreshments on it. He wasn't exactly sure what they were or why in fact they were even there. One set of thirst quenching beverages that caught Jeffery's eye were that of what appeared to be orange juice. The guests referred to them as "screw drivers." This simple fact confused Jeffery. For, he hadn't the slightest idea why someone would label a traditional drink with such an incriminating name.
Jeffery indulged himself in the deliciously colored breakfast beverage. After a few sips, Jeffery realized that this wasn't what his family had shared at the breakfast table for the last sixteen years of his life. In fact, he even began to realize why they called it a screw driver. But he was intrigued and continued to delve into the drink.
Later that night, Jeffery discovered that he couldn't walk a straight line. He also discovered that he could not walk a crooked line as he was having trouble standing. Nevertheless, Jeffery gripped his keys in his loose hands and groggily approached his vehicle. Although this wasn't the best decision he would make
Jeffery drove, if you can call it that, towards the general vicinity of his house. After taking out a mailbox or two he found himself inside the living room of the Williams' residence. Unsure how he got there and afraid someone would come to investigate, he backed out of the house with what was left of his car and continued on down the street; making what was not only the