The partying didn't start right away. It was a very gradual process, which started in the beginning of my junior year. The first of my rebellions started the night that I was staying with my friend Deanne. She would be having a party and I went to help her set up and she got me ready for my first California party.

It started off with her putting me in the most revealing outfit of my life. First she gave me a thong. I was okay with that no one was going to see it.

Wrong.

Next came the shortest pink skirt ever, which when I tried on I noticed that my nice little thong was completely hanging out (apparently this is cool). For my upper region she made me wear a matching bikini top with a wife beater that would have probably fit my three year old cousin. For the finishing touches she straightened my usually wavy hair, and put make-up on my pretty much untouched face. I mean being a dancer I had worn some pretty scandalous attires, but this had nothing on those.

When I looked in the mirror I didn't recognize myself at all. And to say it bluntly, I loved it. My days of being Miss. Perfect were over.

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The party was only and hour or two in and I was already trashed. I had brought my camera along to make it a memorable night of the old Gabby, and the new beginning of Brie. I don't remember much from that night but I didn't have to because my camera pretty much caught all of it. After the pictures were developed, the first was of me and Deanne. I remembered that one being taken and that's it. The rest were of either a) me losing very badly at a drinking game. b) Me making out with over five different guys. c) all of my friends sitting in a circle where we were, as you can guess, getting high. or d) me showing my dance moves off, mostly of my grinding with one of the guys.

I was pretty scared when I got the pictures. I mean what happened to me?

That feeling didn't last long though because pretty soon, that was becoming my routine for the weekends. Every weekend something new came up, a different drug, a new guy, a new girl, a new game. It was all just one long party.

It wasn't even scary or shocking when I lost my virginity and didn't ever speak to the guy again, or when I did it again the next week and the next. But religiously I still talked to Chad. I left out most of the details. It would usually consist of me just saying I was going to a party. Pretty soon he wanted to know why I never talked about school, singing, or anything other than partying and the people I was with.

My excuse?

"Everything's easier out here, no need to bore you" and it was true. I was still passing with flying colors.

Nothing ever seemed to be changing in New Mexico though. Taylor and Chad still dated. Kelsi started dating Jason, Sharpay and Ryan were still freaks about theatre but apparently they were starting to mingle with different cliques. I loved talking to Chad. He was like my diary, and, in a way, I think I was his. Because I didn't talk to anyone else besides Chad, he knew that I wouldn't tell Taylor when he told me about him planning on telling her he loved her. And I knew he wouldn't be able to tell anyone when all I talked about was a new lust interest.

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The week before my winter break, Chad told me about how my present would be there next Friday. I was ecstatic! I couldn't wait to see what I got. That Friday when I got home, there was no present and when I called Chad at exactly 5:30 he didn't answer. I didn't think anything of it and figured he took my advice and started going to parties.

So I got ready for the party that night. A nice tiny denim skirt that showed the pretty black and red glittery designs on my thong and miniature black halter top that stopped directly below my belly button just enough to show the thin line of diamonds from the ring in it. I straightened my hair as usual and did my make-up. I looked in my mirror almost not believing how much I had changed in the last 6 months or so. I grabbed my phone and headed out the door to the party.

At the party, as usual, I had my camera. I had taken my camera to every single party I had been to. It was some habit I had formed. I liked to be able to see what I did the night before with out it being too graphic. Almost routinely by about the second hour I was already drunk off my ass and higher than a kite. I met a mutual guy friend Brandon, (who happened to have blonde hair and blue-green eyes) and started making passes at him. By three we were on our way to my house. My dad would be asleep and even if he did wake up he wouldn't care. Hell I've had him throw condoms at me and the guys I'm with. After a half hour cab ride because I couldn't remember my address I finally got it right. We then stumbled into my humble abode laughing at nothing and kissing like crazy with me trying to get his shirt off fast.

We maneuvered our way into the already lit kitchen trying to get some pills to make the highs last longer. Just as I got his shirt off and grabbed the pill bottle, I heard a very familiar voice.

"What are you doing Gabby?!"

Who are you and what are you doing in my house?! lol! Seriously, who do you think is in the house? REVIEW and find out! Thnx!

Rachel (and the author, theaterfreak. Don't forget about her :) )