CLUADIA!

CHAPTER FOUR

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Author's note: This is total fluff, I really do love this story, but it's kind of a fluff! Hope you like it!

I was so mad when I hung up the phone, it wasn't even funny. I grabbed my baby blue, light jacket and slipped my light blue flip-flops on and stomped down the stairs.

"Claudia, what's wrong?" Mom asked.

"Nothing!" I shouted back at her.

I opened the door and was walking out he door.

"And where in the hell do you think your going?" Dad shouted at me, more of an anger thing then a question.

"OUT!" I practically screamed at him as I slammed the door.

I knew that I was going to be in SO much trouble when I got home, but I didn't care, I was pretty upset, and I was going to either kill someone or take a very, very long, angry walk.

I don't even know why I was so upset, just the fact that Giorgio was drinking beer and God knows what else. I felt like he had let me down. Maybe he wasn't as great as I thought he was.

I could feel tears running down my cheeks. I couldn't finger out why I was so mad. Something was going on that I didn't know about and it was bugging me. I had a feeling he was lying to me, that he drank more then he let on. I don't like drinking.

And I have a perfectly good reason to not like beer or smoking or drugs. I had a cousin who died in a drunk driving accident.

My cousin, Kimmy, was 15 and a great girl. Everybody loved her and she was easy to love. A great student, Kimmy got all As and was the president of her class and tottered kids, including me, in math, gammer, spelling and history. She baby-sat a lot and she was my favorite baby-sitter when I was eight.

She went to a party one night. It was very unlike her and her friends had to beg her to go, always trying to please everybody but herself, she went.

When she got there, she realized that there was tons of beer, coolers, wine, and whiskey. She also saw that there was a bunch of drugs.

She went and found her friends and told them she was going home, that she didn't wan to be there, and there was nothing they could do to stop her. Sot hey said okay, then go.

Then she saw her crush, Paul, the hottest guy in school, a complete jock, and very sexy dancer, from what she had heard.

Completely forgetting what she just said, she walked over to him and asked him to dance. He said yes and they began their sexy, dirty dancing spree. Before she knew what he was doing, she grabbed a beer and began drinking. The beer wasn't the only think she drank, she had 4 beer, 5 tackeelas, 3 cooler and a shot of scotch, plus a few snorts of a couple different drugs. She was so drunk and high that she had a hard time walking.

Kimmy and her fiends got in the car a started driving home. Kimmy was in the most sober out of her friends so she drove, and, from being so wasted, never put her seat belt on.

The car crashed.

Everybody died.

Instead of being killed be a drunk driver, she was the drunk driver.