problem, all over the country. Not only in the largercitites, but the smaller, rural towns as well. I know thisas a fact, for I live in a small town. I have experiencedsomething that has completely changed my life. It maynot be the most touching or heart-warming story, butthats not what matters. What matters is the fact that ithas helped me to make the absolute decision of nevertaking part in the consumption of drugs and alcohol.
About two years ago, I met this girl named *Lisa. She was the most beautiful girl Id ever seen. She wassweet too. I think what I most admired about her was theway she carried herself. She was extremely outgoing,and I cant think of one person that disliked her. Shewas sympathetic of those who were hurting and shealways had something wonderful to say to everyone shemet.
We became friends. We went everywhere together,and it made me feel happy and energetic just to be withher. Everything was perfect, until that summer. We started to drift apart, because after all, thefollowing year shed be in highschool. She started tohang out with older kids with whom I had no relations. Instead of going to the movies, she went to parties.Order now
Shehardly, if ever, returned my calls. When she did, therealways seemed to be boys there. Every once in a while,wed hang out, but for my age, I was restricted from allthe exciting things she got to do. Then, one night I had my mom drop me off at herhouse for an hour just to visit.
She had just gotten backfrom some all night rave from the night before. Shelooked totally trashed. Her hair was all scraggily, andthere were dark circles under her eyes. Worst of allthough, she was grumpy. She might have still beenhigh, or she could have just been tired but the things shesaid will ring in my ears forever. I remember her telling me that I was fat and ugly,and that she hated me.
She wanted me to go home, but Istayed because no one was there to take care of her. Icleaned her up, and even made sure she didnt fall in theshower. Then I dressed her and tucked her safely into herbed. The whole time she yelled profanities in my face. Igave her an advil, and she immediately fell asleep.
I satdown beside her on her bed, and waited for my mom topick me up. When I got home, I thought allot about what hadhappened. At that time, I didnt realize that she wasinvolved with drugs. I thought she had just treated methat way for no apparent reason. I couldnt understandas to why her attitude had changed so quickly. She hadreally hurt me, and I didnt know why so it only made itthat much more painful.
After the incident at her house, I did my best toavoid all contact with *Lisa. When I did see her, webarely exchanged words. I guess the real reason wasbecause at that time, I still felt as though she shouldapologize for what she said to me that night at her house. As I now know, she didnt even remember that night. When school started we stopped talking altogether.
It wasnt 3 months into the school year that I heard shedbeen arrested for pot and then later sent to a rehab for useof cocaine. I thought shed never come back, and I criedfor weeks. She was there for 6 months. This is the firsttime that I was even told that she did drugs. It hit mehard too.
I couldnt understand as to why such abeautiful person would put such horrible things insidetheir body. We later became friends again, but I forced myselfto remain distant. She had not only hurt herself, butmany others as well, including me. Though I wentthrough pain and suffering on the way, I truly learned avaluable lesson. I had a great friend, but because ofdrugs, Ive lost this friend for life. Ive lost the true *Lisa.
Thats why Ill never, ever do drugs or alcohol. *names have been changed .