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Oh, lots of drinking in this part! Beware….
I sat up in be and looked at the clock, it was midnight. AGH! This was such a horrible night how am I going to be able to get past this? How will I ever be able to look Pony in the eye again.
I crept downstairs past my brothers. I could hear him in his room, tossing and turning in bed. I was careful not to wake him. My moms door to her room was shut tight I noticed as I slipped past her room silently.
I tip toed into the kitchen, opened the liquor cabinet ever-so- silently, took a full bottle of vodka out, crept back to my room and closed the door behind me.
I opened the bottle and took a swig. As I said before, I'm not usually a heavy drinker, Angela is, but right now I needed a drink. I got out a piece of paper and started to write a new love essay for tomorrow, actually today, for English. I took another swig and felt hot tears swell up in my eyes. Burning tears of anger made paths slowly down my face, silently; I took another swig of the vodka.
"God, how do I get myself into these messes?" I thought to myself as I continued to write, cry, and drink at the same time, which is no easy task, believe me.
I finished my essay, which turned out to be more of a poem than an essay, but it did sum up what I was feeling at that moment. I put the piece of paper in my English folder. Then I continued to drink, cry, and pace around my room. That's all I can really remember.
Later I heard Two-bit knock on my door. I felt as if a baseball bat repeatedly hit me in the head. "Wake up Ash or we'll be late for school!"
"Oh, what a dilemma," I said, my speech was slurred. I was sprawled out on the floor with a now empty bottle of vodka next to my. I had never been on a hang over like this before ever. Honestly I don't even like vodka, I usually only drink wine or champagne, which I very rarely have access to. Now I had I horrible taste in my mouth, a pounding headache, and I smelled like alcohol. Great…
Why did we have vodka anyway? Usually we only had half-full bottles of rum and beer…oh who cares?
I dragged myself off the floor and stumbled into the bathroom. I saw myself in the mirror and starred. I looked a mess! I had my old clothes on from yesterday still, circles under my eyes, my skin broke out in pimples, and my eyes didn't seem to want to focus on one certain object.
That's when I felt a stinging pain in my stomach. I stumbled to the toilet and vomited.
"Ash, are you okay?" Two-bit asked outside the door. He must have heard me gagging.
"Fine, just dandy," I said, trying to hide the sarcasm out of my voice for his sake.
I tried to clean myself up the best I could by taking a cold shower to wake me up, changing my clothes, and putting extra time into my hair and make up. My appearance improved, but I couldn't seem to get the wasted look out of my eyes.
"Love, ha, whatever that means," I said to my reflection in the mirror. I starred at it a few second longer, then grabbed a soap dish, threw it at the mirror shattering it.
Oh, lots of drinking in this part! Beware….
I sat up in be and looked at the clock, it was midnight. AGH! This was such a horrible night how am I going to be able to get past this? How will I ever be able to look Pony in the eye again.
I crept downstairs past my brothers. I could hear him in his room, tossing and turning in bed. I was careful not to wake him. My moms door to her room was shut tight I noticed as I slipped past her room silently.
I tip toed into the kitchen, opened the liquor cabinet ever-so- silently, took a full bottle of vodka out, crept back to my room and closed the door behind me.
I opened the bottle and took a swig. As I said before, I'm not usually a heavy drinker, Angela is, but right now I needed a drink. I got out a piece of paper and started to write a new love essay for tomorrow, actually today, for English. I took another swig and felt hot tears swell up in my eyes. Burning tears of anger made paths slowly down my face, silently; I took another swig of the vodka.
"God, how do I get myself into these messes?" I thought to myself as I continued to write, cry, and drink at the same time, which is no easy task, believe me.
I finished my essay, which turned out to be more of a poem than an essay, but it did sum up what I was feeling at that moment. I put the piece of paper in my English folder. Then I continued to drink, cry, and pace around my room. That's all I can really remember.
Later I heard Two-bit knock on my door. I felt as if a baseball bat repeatedly hit me in the head. "Wake up Ash or we'll be late for school!"
"Oh, what a dilemma," I said, my speech was slurred. I was sprawled out on the floor with a now empty bottle of vodka next to my. I had never been on a hang over like this before ever. Honestly I don't even like vodka, I usually only drink wine or champagne, which I very rarely have access to. Now I had I horrible taste in my mouth, a pounding headache, and I smelled like alcohol. Great…
Why did we have vodka anyway? Usually we only had half-full bottles of rum and beer…oh who cares?
I dragged myself off the floor and stumbled into the bathroom. I saw myself in the mirror and starred. I looked a mess! I had my old clothes on from yesterday still, circles under my eyes, my skin broke out in pimples, and my eyes didn't seem to want to focus on one certain object.
That's when I felt a stinging pain in my stomach. I stumbled to the toilet and vomited.
"Ash, are you okay?" Two-bit asked outside the door. He must have heard me gagging.
"Fine, just dandy," I said, trying to hide the sarcasm out of my voice for his sake.
I tried to clean myself up the best I could by taking a cold shower to wake me up, changing my clothes, and putting extra time into my hair and make up. My appearance improved, but I couldn't seem to get the wasted look out of my eyes.
"Love, ha, whatever that means," I said to my reflection in the mirror. I starred at it a few second longer, then grabbed a soap dish, threw it at the mirror shattering it.