Influenced By Friends
...?” “Good matches aren’t there everyday, Mom” Both of our voices rose and the argument got worse and louder. Suddenly, an incredibly loud lightning struck, and it was loud enough to stop our argument. I didn’t abide by what my mother had said and still left home. The rain stopped just when I walked out of my house and it smelled just superb. The lightning kept on striking but without a sound, so it signified that the rain wouldn’t stop for long. Before it started raining again, I got on a taxi and made it to my friend’s house. The match had already started when I arrived and everyone had a drink in their hands. Some had soft drinks and some had alcohol. I was never fond of alcohol but on that day I was influenced by a few of my friends to take it. “Just take it, its like soft drink with a little of alcohol mixed, it wouldn’t do you any bad.” “I know what it is. But no, thanks.” “Be a man, can you?” I took it, and the more I drank, the more I wanted. I had no idea when I started to get drunk. It was just too quick. By the time the match ended, I had totally collapsed. I can vaguely remember the score that it was 1 – 0. After the match had ended, two of my friends, who supposedly pitied me, took me home. They were the ones who asked me to drink. I remember they were telling me some ways to go up to bed with out letting my parents know about what had happened. After getting down the car, before walking into my house, I started to throw up. My friends encouraged me to throw up more because they thought it would help me get back into my senses. Unfortunately, I didn’t, but I did manage to go up to my bedroom without letting my parents know about it. I couldn’t sleep for long before I felt like throwing up again. I ran into the restroom and threw up. “Are you ok?” asked my mother after knocking on the restroom door. “Yes, I’m fine mom. Just a bit of bad stomach.” “Oh, ok,...