In my last post, I described how I had a party on a school night, got wasted, and woke up with my new best friend Carmen at my house.
From that point on Carmen and I became inseparable. I tried to ignore the fact that all Carmen ever wanted to do was drink. It didn’t really bother me though, because it made me much more comfortable around her, and soon all I wanted to do was drink, too.
Carmen’s parents were super-strict, so most days Carmen and I would go back to my house after school (if we bothered going) and start drinking. We would watch crappy TV and laugh at it, and then Carmen would call the boys over.
Once we were nice and drunk, Carmen invited her boyfriend Mark over to my house. Mark would always bring a guy for me too. The one I liked best was Alex, who also liked to drink, and he became my boyfriend. The four of us would get wasted and watch movies, or go to the mall and walk around, sneaking alcohol in giant cups of soda we bought in the food court.
My mom worked nights and had no idea any of this was going on.
My grades were slipping because I was missing tons of school. I was either hungover from drinking with Carmen the night before, or Carmen would convince me to stay home so we could start getting drunk early.
I loved how confident and comfortable alcohol made me feel. I never felt bad when I was drinking. But the more I drank, the more it seemed like I had to keep drinking to get buzzed. And the more I drank, the worse I felt when I wasn’t drinking.
One day when Carmen and I were actually at school, the principal’s voice came on the intercom calling the two of us to his office. I was scared, but Carmen rolled her eyes at me as we grabbed our books and left class.
Carmen sat with a bored expression on her face as the principal explained to us that our social media pages had been brought to his attention.
Horrified, I watched as he turned his computer screen to face us. He had both of our Facebook, and Instagram profiles pulled up. He clicked through several photos of us drinking and doing stupid, reckless things while we were drunk.
I started crying. I had never thought of any adults, and certainly not my principal, seeing these intimate pictures.
Keep reading to find out what happened next.