PrologueA Chapter by Pretty Ugly
My name is Siobhan Eve Yung. I am nine years old. I have just moved to Portland from New Zealand. I am at a concert with my older sister, Dawn. She is thirteen years old. The music is loud and irritating.
I am nine years old. I have never done drugs. But why, do I grab the needle from my sister? "You'll love it, Siobhan," she whispers. "Just take a little. It'll feel perfect." The teachers taught (lectured) us about drugs in school all the time. They told us about how they rot your teeth, how they burn holes in your brain and how they make you crazy. One thing they never told us was the pressure of doing drugs. So, I take the needle. But I don't know what to do. Some of Dawn's teenage friends begin to crowd around me. They all have these tattoos and piercings and black hair. "S**t," one of them say. "Little girl doesn't know how to do it." They all laugh and I feel embarrassed. I feel like some stupid baby. But Dawn leans over me. "Shut up, Conner," she says to one of the pierced and tattooed boys. He shuts his mouth and looks down. I grin to myself. Dawn takes the needle from my hand and flips my hand over so she can see my wrists. She studies the blue vein and positions the needle above it. Then she lowers it. And presses it in. Then everything changed. Forever.
© 2011 Pretty UglyAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on July 1, 2011 Last Updated on July 1, 2011 AuthorPretty UglyNone of your damn business.AboutSome people say I'm negative, I just say I'm not happy about life. Some people say I'm rude, I just say I'm realistic. Some people say I'm crazy, I just say I'm a human. Some people say they care a.. more..Writing
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