Personal Narrative On Drinking

Essay 1: Everything that glitters isn’t GOLD
Young and naïve, that I truly was until my older sister taught me about alcohol poisoning. I was around the ages of 9 or 10 and could not wait until my 21st birthday so I could drink because the movies and grown- ups in my life made it look so fun. Suddenly, my outlook on drinking changed. It was almost the summer time, grass couldn’t have been greener, school was almost out, and I was so excited to return home so I could play outside. The day seemed like any other; I was picked up from school, given a snack, watched over as I did my homework, and then I was given permission to go outside. I had rushed up the stairs to change out of my uniform and get into something more comfortable. On that day, unlike any other day, my older sister, Briana, was already home, but my
brother Brian had not made it home yet. My mother was a working mom so she got home later than all of us. When I was done changing, went to enjoy the beautiful day outside. After an hour or two of shenanigans with a few of my neighborhood friends, I went in the house for the rest of the evening.
Later that evening, someone came knocking at the front door. My mother took a while to answer the door. As she opened the front door, I ran to see who it was because I was a nosey child. There stood one of my sister’s friends and her mother. My mom welcomed them into our home and they all took a seat in the living room. The girl looked very shaken up. You could tell she was beyond nervous and didn’t really want to be there. Her mother gave her a slight shove and told her to proceed. My sister’s friend told my mother how a bunch of kids from their high school had deliberately skipped school earlier that day just to have a party. “There was liquor and Briana had a lot of it,” said Briana’s friend. Briana’s friend continued and told us her concern and how sorry she was. She said Briana looked extremely sick. My mother then asked my brother and I if we had seen our sister and what she looked like that day.
After, my mom sent me to Briana’s room to get her. Briana got out of her bed and walked, no dragged herself to the living room where everyone sat. My mother began to question her. She asked her about her day at school and why she didn’t look so well. Briana started to sweat. Usually there’d be a smart comment or you’d see Briana roll her eyes and start acting as if she didn’t have to answer her, but this time I guess she was so feeling that terrible that she saved her outrageous attitude for another day. Briana replied and said, “I didn’t go to school today, I skipped to go to a party”. My mother, already knowing the details still asked her questions until Briana retold the story I her own words.
It was getting really late and my mother had just let our unexpected company out the door.
She then told all of us to grab our jackets and put on our shoes because we had to take Briana to the hospital. In the car, on the way to the nearest hospital, my mother told Briana “what’s done in the dark, always comes to light”. She also told her how embarrassing and upset she was. When we finally arrived at the hospital we waited awhile then Briana was taken to a room. She eventually had to get her stomach pumped and listen to the doctors go on and on about how liquor ruins your body. After that long day, we arrived home to go to sleep.
Before I fell asleep, I prayed. I asked God to keep me young because it seemed less complicated. I told myself I never wanted to grow up. I promised to never drink alcohol no matter how fun people make it look or sound. No one could change my mind. I was disgusted! When you’re young you don’t think about the consequences or who you could hurt in the process of doing things, you just want to fit in and be like everyone else. I came to a realization that everything that look or sound good to you, may not be good for you at
all.