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

•‘You’re lucky. I've always wanted a little sister.’ ‘I wanted a little brother but Sisi’s not bad, I guess.’ ‘At least you've got a sibling, I've got none.’ ‘You've got me, we're blood right? Sisi’s your sister too. We'll protect her together.’ • 


On Friday of last week, BHS announced that we were closing for Thanksgiving break. 


Yesterday being Tuesday, Liz called and told me how her parents had left town again and wouldn't be back till December. 


She sounded a bit hurt but as always, being the perfect daughter she was, she understood saying, “my mom wants to start working again. I'm almost eighteen so there's no reason for her to be a housewife anymore. She's trying to buy back her law firm and my dad as always is looking to expand his hotels and he has finally found the perfect site and so I'm alone for Thanksgiving... Again.” 


Chapter 16|Who Does He Think He Is?