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

•‘But Mgeee, I want Blueberry fool!’ ‘You drank all of them, Sisi.’ ‘Then go buy some more!’ ‘It's eleven pm for crying out loud. Watch the movie and stop whinnying or I'm never watching you again.’• 


“Sisi,”a voice called to me as I was shaken awake. “Are you okay?” 


I groaned as bright light hit my eyes. 


My dad stared down at me, watching me as carefully as my mom would. 


“What?”I asked him and he shook his head. 


“Nothing,” he answered,“just the first time in a while you're waking up late.” 


The sleepiness left my eyes at the word ‘late.’ 


“A few minutes past ten,” he said, giving me room to get out of bed. 


“Ten?!” I yelled and my dad let out a chuckle. 


“Just messing with you, kid,” he said with a smile on his lips, “it's just a few minutes past eight. I'm sure you can still make it in time. Hurry up a get ready so you can say goodbye to your mom before she leaves.” 


Chapter 13|Quit Whinnying, Si