If I had taken advantage of the schools for troubled girls that were around when I was a troubled girl, I would not be in the circumstances I am in now. My story begins when Billy moved into my neighborhood and attended my high school. Billy’s good looks and strong physique drew the eye of everyone. His appearance prompted more than a few scuffles between local girls. Everyone’s mind was blown when Billy honed in on me as his next girlfriend.
Going on a date like Billy wanted wasn’t really done in my town, as most people hooked up at a party. My regard for Billy increased drastically as we went to a nice place to eat and to the theater for a movie. I thought the date would be over after the movie, but Billy’s plans included heading to an alcohol fueled gathering in the forest outside of town.
I was all for it, and decided I’d show Billy off to my friends who would be there. Billy deftly took my hand and led me through the party, taking me to where his friends were. I was in a very good mood, so I could hardly refuse when Billy offered me booze. I’d never had a lot of exposure to booze other than a few sips of wine at family dinners and whatever was in the flask went right to my head.
The flask contained something with a high alcohol content, because I was hammered after about twelve minutes. When I started slurring my words and giggling uncontrollably, Billy guided me to his car. Our travel took us even farther away from town and I realized we weren’t headed home quite yet. When we couldn’t see any more lights of civilization, Billy put his hands on my face and gave me a kiss that I responded to enthusiastically. Billy and I began seeing a lot more of each other, and every time we did, he’d pull out his flask, and offer me some, which I always accepted. Eventually, I couldn’t imagine how Billy and I would interact without some help from that flask.
Very rapidly, I found myself imbibing every day as much as possible. Mom and Dad tried their hardest to make me see the error of my ways and enroll in one of those schools for troubled girls, but instead, Billy and I headed for Seattle. Now, Billy and I are divorced and I have three kids to support, as well as my alcohol habit. Reform school would have probably; saved me, but all I can do now is regret.
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