"It's yo birthday, bitch!
Get down on one knee
and chug!"
I let out a roaring laugh
as Leyna shoves an Ice drink in my hand
and blasts Birthday Bitch on her phone.
"Chug chug chug!"
She bellows
as I brace myself for the start
of an endless night.
In one swift movement,
I twist the top off of the raspberry Ice drink,
get on one knee,
and perform my civic duties
as a newly turned 21-year-old.
The slight bitter taste
infiltrates my tongue
as the alcohol burns my throat
and warms my chest.
In just under 30 seconds,
I manage to gulp down the last few drops.
Leyna's cheers pierce my ears
as I slam the bottle down on the table.
"Wooh!"
I bellow as I stand up
in a bit of a daze.
Leyna wraps her arms tightly around me
as we both burst
into a fit of laughter.
"Now that's what 21 looks like, baby!"
She gives me a big
sloppy kiss on the cheek,
before giving me one last squeeze.
"Welcome to young adulthood."
| And so it begins! |
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Until I Rise Again
PoetryCollege: a time for growth, freedom, lust, and parties. The place to have the time of your life. But one disturbing encounter leaves Willow Brookes spiraling as she tries to make sense of what happened to her. Told in five parts, this novel follows...
