Tag: drinking

  • Not My Home

    “This isn’t my home.  Do not leave me here.”  Michaela stopped at stomping her foot, but angrily crossed her arms in front of her chest.  I sighed heavily, knowing she wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning.  I turned back toward the kitchen we shared to get her a glass of water and see if we had any food she would eat.  I didn’t know what she had…

  • Migration

    I knew the migration would happen as soon as Mr. Walsh walked into the classroom.  My only hope was he had gotten the letter and had headed for the hills.  But either he didn’t get the letter or he didn’t care.  Only I knew what he did and what was coming for him.  I knew…

  • Drunk

    “Let me tell you about the first time I ever got drunk,” I heard my father start into his oft-told story and could imagine exactly what he was doing at this very moment. I knew he was picking up his wine glass in his left hand as he leaned back into his favorite chair. Which…

  • Finding Andre

    I knew I would never drink alcohol because I knew exactly what it did to people. I watched my family break, then heal, only to break into pieces again. Which why it was so confusing for me to find Andre. Andre was the first person I met the first day I walked onto my college…

  • Evaluate

    “I should have thought about this before I came. If I had thought about it, I knew the night would take this turn,” I whispered to myself as I watched the party spiral out of control. Part of me was horrified while the other part of me was mesmerized by how everyone was acting. I…

  • Late Night Visitors

    Had I known I was going to have guests at 4 AM, I would’ve tidied up. Had I known James would be one of the guests, I never would have opened the door in the first place. I would have let the incessant knocks go unanswered, but I thought someone must be hurt or they…