I know that it has been awhile since i have written. Since writing last, many things have happened. I would rather not talk about them on my blog (or in person for that matter). I am now a senior in high school and I am enrolled in many challenging classes. I am taking an Honors English class, along with a Music Theory class. Both are challenging but I enjoy both of them, as do I enjoy the teacher.
I think I will post a paper I had to write for Honors english in the next post. I will post papers i have written, for this class.
So for little background of this story…
I had to write this story as a descriptive theme for Composition I. It is full of description and synesthesia. It is written from my point of view
In A Moment: What Bad Decisions Can Lead To
The music was blaring. Beanbag chairs were scattered randomly though the room. In the corner lay a girl in a state of catatonia. The lights were spinning and the sounds were twirling. All of a sudden the doors burst open and the room went deadly silent.
“Freeze! Don’t move. Everyone has the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. Everyone has the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.”
It was then that I knew that this was going to be the worst night of my life.
Several mornings earlier I had been invited to a party at the old Country Critters building. I had never really talked to the person that invited me, but I thought Why not? Nobody will get hurt. We’re just going to listen to music, right?
I asked my friends what they had heard about the party. None of them had any idea about a party. I was the first to say anything about a party to them. I debated whether or not I should ask my parents if I could go, but thought if I wanted any chance of actually getting to go, I had better not ask.
I look for who had invited me and asked him if I needed to bring anything like party favors or something of the sort. He stared at me as though I were a crazy person.
When he realized I was being serious he said “Just bring money. That’s all you should need.”
I asked him what the money was for and how much to bring, and he stared yet again. He finally replied “Just bring money. You’ll figure it out when you get there.”
Many thoughts ran through my head as I drove home. What am I going to wear? How much cash do I have? Will there be anybody I know there? Why don’t any of my friends know about the party? Is this going to turn into another Carrie, with me being the awkward prom queen, but not really? Lost in thought, I swerved to the wrong side of the road. I quickly corrected and continued on my way home, embarrassed and hoping that nobody had seen my moment of carelessness.
I arrived home and started working on my homework. My work load was pretty easy that night. English, Algebra II, and Music Theory. I finished them with ease and went to bed for the night.
I continued on with my life as normal until the night of the party. Nothing was out of the ordinary except for the occasional quickening of my heart anytime I would think about the party.
I had been thinking about how much the Country Critters building had changed in the past eight years. It went from being a building buzzing with activity as a puppet factory to an auto repair shop, until finally it was abandoned and gutted. It was now just an empty block-long building with boarded up windows. The police had stationed surveillance around the building for the first couple of months, but had eventually given up their watch for ne’er-do-wells.
I got dressed for the party and gathered the cash I had been told to bring. I walked the two blocks from my house to the forsaken building. I noticed the way the wind blew the leaves, vibrating them ever so softly.
I heard a clamor and I glanced behind me to see what it was. It turned out to be the local neighborhood snoop. I gave no thought to her and continued on my way.
Paranoia overwhelmed me as I approached the vacant building. The questions from the days previous ran through my head with the fervor of a relentless schoolmarm.
I cautiously reached for the door, when, out of nowhere, I heard the pop and hum of a speaker being plugged in. Shortly thereafter, the sound of Techno music streamed from the strategically placed speakers.
I opened the door and some Emo looking girl handed me a pacifier. She asked me if I had the $50. I counted out a twenty, a ten, three fives and five crisp one dollar bills, and handed them to her. She gave me a purple velvet drawstring bag with little white pills inside of it.
“What are these?” I asked nervously.
“E,” she replied.
“What’s that?”
“Ecstasy. A piece of Heaven. Nirvana in a bag. E.”
It finally dawned on me. This was a rave. In my wildest dreams, I would never have expected a rave to take place in Burlington, let alone me being invited to it.
I thought to myself What the Hell. A little E never hurt anybody.
I reached for the velvet bag and carefully untied the drawstring. I slowly poured out the contents of the bag into my hand. The spinning lights from the DJ table made the room feel at ease. I take a pill of ‘E’ and pop it into my mouth and swallowed it before the gag reflex set in.
I sat down in a beanbag chair, when, all of a sudden, the room intensifies. The colors got louder. They got so loud you could almost taste them. Mmmmm, this purple tastes like watermelon. The yellow tastes like schnozberries.
I see a girl across the room with a dazed look on her face. She almost seemed catatonic. I noticed she had a pacifier in her mouth, so I did the same. I realized why they handed out the pacifier, shortly after I put it in my mouth. There was an intense need to grind my teeth.
The girl with the pills is right. This is Nirvana.
It was as though I was transported into a badly scripted movie. The doors burst open, and the room went deadly quiet.
“Freeze! Don’t move. Everyone has the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. Everyone has the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.”
The questions that had buzzed through my head earlier seemed insignificant to the ones that now plagued my mind. Will they see me as a delinquent ne’er-do-well or a good kid who had made a bad decision?
I was arrested and booked for possession and public intoxication and was sentenced to 17 months in prison. A decision that took just moments to decide will forever cast a shadow on the rest of my life.
It turns out that night wasn’t the worst of my life. The first night of prison was.
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