I knew alcohol had a weird effect on the body but what I didn't expect it to do was make me tear up the dance floor with Lizzie by my side.

The alcohol made me feel as feel as though I had just been injected with some powerful chemical.

I felt different and I couldn't categorize it. If it was the good different,I didn't know. If it was the bad,I couldn't tell.

"I didn't know you partied."

And it was at that exact moment I froze.

Usually,when someone sneaks up on me, I'd turn around and kick them in the shin or punch them.

Trust me, those were very important reflexes reflexes even though my hands were made for writing or chopping carrots and not for punching.

I grew up being close to people who loved to play pranks on people. 'People' meaning 'me'.

My older brother, my cousin Jacob and he who shall not be named.

Those times I could tell if it was Mg or Jacob or Mr nameless. But this time it felt different.

I knew who was behind me, heck,it was the person who has been around me a lot these past two days but my reflexes wouldn't work.

I urged them to, played the actions out in my head but nothing happened.

The party all around us disappeared  and it was at that I knew, that moment that I felt, something deep inside me that I have never felt before.

Maybe it was that feeling, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just me acting on impulse that made me do what I did next.

A tale as old as time, where popular meets average but through a night of persuasion, alcohol and a quite blank state of mind.

When Good Girls Drink

"'Very bright lights should be avoided. Your mom tells me you're fond of reading with a flashlight in the middle of the night, is that true?' 'She doesn't let me read past my bedtime and it helps me fall asleep so I have to. Flashlight are easier to turn off when I hear her footsteps on the stairs.' 'Well, no more bright lights for you.'" 


Optometrist Avery Daniel & Sienna Hart. 


After long working days of activity, we were blessed with Saturdays and Sundays to just pause and take a breathe. 


I've been looking forward to this for a while actually. 


Currently, I was with a book in my hand, an untouched plate of carrots beside me on my bed and on my bedside table stood a tall glass of blueberry fool. 


Friday and Saturday went by in a flash. 


On Friday, after Mg left for college, I spent the day at school telling Liz about what had happened. 


Chapter 11|Isn't It Obvious?