How It Started

Hey, it’s Rachel again! Thank you for continuing to read my blog; I hope it’s helpful to you.

In my first post, I told you a little bit about myself and how I am currently receiving treatment for alcoholism at an in-patient facility. I want to share with you my journey with addiction, so I guess it’s best to start at the beginning, which is when I had my first drink and got drunk.

It was my freshman year of high school, and I had just started at a new school district. My mom and I moved from out of state for my mom’s job, and I had to leave behind all my friends that I’d known since I was in kindergarten.

I hadn’t had to make new friends in a very long time and didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t realize it would be so hard. There were hardly any other kids who were new to the district like me. I thought coming in freshman year would be fine because surely people would be open to making new friends since all the freshmen were new to the high school, but everybody seemed to stick with their friends from middle school and not want to let in any newcomers.

There was a really pretty, popular girl in one of my classes on the first day. Her name was Carmen. She had long, shiny black hair, and really cool, expensive jeans. I wanted to be her friend.

I looked for her at lunch to try to sit with her. When I found her table and sat down, her friends eyed me like I was a freak. They didn’t say anything rude or mean, but nobody talked to me either, even when I introduced myself and tried to compliment the people sitting next to me.

By the end of the day, I was in tears. Nobody wanted to know me. I ate my lunch in a bathroom stall for the rest of the week.

On Friday, I was in the stall as usual during lunchtime when some girls came in the bathroom to fix their makeup before going back to class. Carmen was one of them. I recognized her voice and could see her shiny black hair through the gaps in the stall.

The girls were talking about a party that weekend as they applied multiple coats of shiny lip gloss. I caught the kid’s name whose parents were going out of town and was having the party. I looked him up on Facebook later that night and figured out where he lived. I was determined to go to that party and make friends.

Keep reading to find out what happened at the party.