By Tia Jones
A teenage girl stands pretty in a crowd that screams at her, “Just do it!” Her big hazel eyes dart from side to side watching as her former classmates turn into drunken monsters. Her white wavy dress which used to compliment her, now hung to her body in places like a rag. Moist from sweat. Her stomach felt like someone was stirring her insides around and around. The thoughts in her head were plagued from the voices outside, stabbing her head like daggers. “Maybe I should just do it”, She thought over and over. Maybe she should just give in like many people her age, follow her classmates’ footsteps. Give into having a sip of the liquid that made your troubles go away but your head pound in the morning. Have a puff of the drug which makes you feel over the moon but was most likely made in a dirty abandoned public toilet and let the boys use you, behind closed doors. “I’ll be like everyone else”, she whispered under her breath.
A girl steps forward, a popular ringleader who owns many followers. One who has her hair and make-up done like she was going on a catwalk not to a party, who has less than an eighth of the amount of clothes on, what her mother thought was trashy and was not known by her name but what she did. She smelt of smoke and alcohol. “Do it and you will be like everyone else” She hissed. The crowd around them agreed. The ringleader pulled out a pill and offers it to the girl. “Put this under your tongue and you will be popular forever.” She pulled a sickly sweet smile which made the girl even more uneasy.
‘What if Mum found out?! What would my friends say? Will something bad happen? I have a really bad feeling about this’, thought the girl. These questioned raced around her head. Her heart pressed her to do it but her mind and stomach screamed “NO!!!” The ringleader grew tired of waiting. “Do it and you will be one of us!” She said as she forced the little pink pill towards the girl. Her crystal blue eyes pierced the girl’s body and mind and as she was socially expected to do at this point. The girl moved her hand to take it. But wait. What’s this? The girl’s hand stops mid-way and retracts. She stands up tall, sets her big brown eyes gaze upon those eyes of the ringleader and said “But I don’t want to be like you.” With those words she turned on heel and walked away.
