Bittah here's your prologue! lol. My betta never returned the document so you'll have to live with any mistakes I made that I didn't find.

Thanks to everyone who gave me title suggestions. They were all great.

It was amazing, the power of something as small as a needle and as fine as sugar. The power it possessed. It was beautiful, a sight for sore eyes. You could make magic out of it. It was simple. She slid her license across the table in all directions. Back and forth, side to side again and again. The white powder just slid across the table, holding no objections to where it went. But the longer you messed with it, the more it called you're name. In the right light you could see the rainbow flecks, they held the power. She ignored everything around her…got lost in herself. The small dime sized bag contained the secret to life. It could make you forget everything that was going wrong, it was easier to deal with the pain and in those moments you could let everything go and succumb to the feeling of contentment. Finally she had finished perfecting four perfectly even and straight lines. She looked at her license and saw the white residue on the bottom. She looked in the television and saw her reflection and looked down at the four lines. In a way it had become her identity. She slid her license back in its proper place in her wallet and stared at the four lines. They held the key, they could make her forget.

Where you go in life depends on the choices you make. It depends on the friends you make on the way and eventually the road you take. For every decision you make there's always a consequence. Parents try to teach you from the day you learn right from wrong till the day you die. But in the end it's up to you. It's up to you to make the right decisions. Now don't get it wrong, its okay to make bad decisions. Everybody does it. But what you do after, if you follow the behavior or if you vow not to do it again is what makes the difference.