Teenage Drinking
English 111-105
September 2013
The Night I Will Never Forget It was April 24, 2010; we all sat in a small waiting room at Baptist Hospital nervously and anxiously waiting for any news. The least bit of movement in the hallway would get our hearts racing and blood pumping. Most of us were still in shock from what had happened the previous night. We were still trying to convince ourselves that it wasn’t her in that car, that they had the wrong person. It had just been a birthday party she was going to, not a party with alcohol, but somehow alcohol had shown up, and she got caught up in it. Her first drink led to another and that one to another; it felt good, at least for a while, but while she was busy “enjoying life,” she had no clue what was about to happen next, something that would affect the lives of many people forever.
She was a typical girl, much like her mother; long brown hair, green eyes, and an olive skin tone, the quiet type, that is until she got to know people. She always had a sneaky grin on her face, especially when she was golfing. It was almost like she knew she was going to have a better score than everybody else. On the weekends, if she wasn’t golfing, she was out with friends or family, and right by her side was her best friend, Blake. She loved that boy like he was the only one in the world for her. Although she had dealt with having divorced parents and faced several trials, she had lived a joyous life. She always kept up her faith and never doubted that God had placed her in certain situations for a reason. In grade school she always made good grades and stayed out of trouble as well as in her first two years in college. She prepared for most of the changes well, but what she had not prepared for was the night her world and that of many others came crashing down: that party.
It was on the night of April 23, 2010; she had just come down the mountain from Appalachian State University for her weekend visit home. Tonight she had decided
September 2013
The Night I Will Never Forget It was April 24, 2010; we all sat in a small waiting room at Baptist Hospital nervously and anxiously waiting for any news. The least bit of movement in the hallway would get our hearts racing and blood pumping. Most of us were still in shock from what had happened the previous night. We were still trying to convince ourselves that it wasn’t her in that car, that they had the wrong person. It had just been a birthday party she was going to, not a party with alcohol, but somehow alcohol had shown up, and she got caught up in it. Her first drink led to another and that one to another; it felt good, at least for a while, but while she was busy “enjoying life,” she had no clue what was about to happen next, something that would affect the lives of many people forever.
She was a typical girl, much like her mother; long brown hair, green eyes, and an olive skin tone, the quiet type, that is until she got to know people. She always had a sneaky grin on her face, especially when she was golfing. It was almost like she knew she was going to have a better score than everybody else. On the weekends, if she wasn’t golfing, she was out with friends or family, and right by her side was her best friend, Blake. She loved that boy like he was the only one in the world for her. Although she had dealt with having divorced parents and faced several trials, she had lived a joyous life. She always kept up her faith and never doubted that God had placed her in certain situations for a reason. In grade school she always made good grades and stayed out of trouble as well as in her first two years in college. She prepared for most of the changes well, but what she had not prepared for was the night her world and that of many others came crashing down: that party.
It was on the night of April 23, 2010; she had just come down the mountain from Appalachian State University for her weekend visit home. Tonight she had decided