As I walk into the party room I can feel the air get hot and stuffy, my stomach gets tight in knots. Here is where my teenage life begins and possibly ends. There is no turning back now; I made my move.
“HEY GIRL!” one of my many new friends yell, “What’s up?”
“Nothing” I say. My voice is dry from nervousness. We walk to the table unaware of what will happen.
“Hey have a beer.” This cute boy from my class tells me. My hands are shaking right now as I contemplate what to do. My mom told me about drinking underage and I told her I understand but I’m risking the rest of my high school life on this decision but then again I’m risking my mom’s trust. My little sister looks up to me if I do this, I let her down, my brother died in an accident involving a drunk driver. The moment of what felt like forever but only one minute passed.
“No thank you.” I say “I don’t drink. My big bro died because of it, and I love my life.” So the party goes on and I don’t take a single drink, but the cute boy I like had like 7 beers and now he’s totally wasted and I see him reach for his keys so I try to stop him but he pulls away. Two girls and a guy, all wasted, go with him. They get in his car and I don’t see them after.
Saturday, the day after the party I hea on the news that two boys, and two girls are dead cause they went head on into a truck when they ran a red light I later found out it was the people from the party. I started to cry because I could have stopped them from getting into that car I could have saved their lives but I didn’t I didn’t do a thing. I felt hopeless I just wanted to crawl into a deep, deep hole and die.
By Monday everybody had heard the news police came to talk to us about what had happen I didn’t hear a think my mind was fuzzy everyone had sad faces. The following Friday the parents of the kids had a memorial service for their lost children, when they asked if anyone had any thing to say I said yes and went up to the podium, I took a deep breath and began.
“At the party Friday I was asked if I wanted a beer I refused, but by the end of the party I saw the four of them leave together, I tried to take their keys but they fought with me and I just let them go I feel like part of this is my fault. It’s acutely not, I didn’t tell them to drink and drive I didn’t tell them to get wasted I tried to help them but they refused my help. They knew better then to drink and drive.
Ever since the accident most of the kids in school decided not to drink and drive they decided to wait