"One more shot please Peter!!" I whined. He grabbed my arm and pulled me around the loud house. The banging loud music, the rattling of the windows, all sounded the same in my jumbled head.
"You have way too many Rachel." I looked up to meet his eyes. His bangs covering them slightly but I saw worry as he looked down at me.
"Fine" I sighed. "Let's go home I'm starting to get bored." I grabbed his hand and walked to the door. He followed like a lost puppy as a drunk girl pulled him along. We walked to the green Jeep that was parked slightly over the curb, pulling out my keys I felt a hand a hand on my shoulder.
"Let me drive" he said.
"I'm sobering up I can do it." I said determined to get myself home. My brother looked at me and then my keys and sighed. Trusting me he walked to the passenger side and sat down. I fiddled with the keys trying to get them into the ignition. Peter then came over and pushed me into the passenger side.
"I told you let me drive Rachel, you're too drunk." He said slightly peeved at my behavior. I starred out the window regretting the one too many shots I had taken. I knew the moment I wake up tomorrow I will have the left overs of this fun night.
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"Rachel" someone poked my almost dead body. "Rachel, it's time to get up you have school today." I threw my pillow over my head and groaned.
"I'm sick, I'm not going." Knowing my mother would try for hours on end to get me out of bed I started to move a little. Once she walked out, I put on the same school uniform, the same make-up, nothing has changed about. The bloodshot eyes showing the hangover lingering in my body. My slow moving body showing the pot still taking a toll on my brain.
"Rachel come on!" Mom shouted up the stairs to my room. I grabbed my book bag, final check on my hair, and I walked downstairs. Peter was there waiting for me, the jeep already running and a coffee cup in his hand.
"I think you might need this." He said handing me Aleve and the coffee. I mouthed the words "thank you" to him. As we drove to school it was awkwardly quiet, last night is when Peter caught me smoking a joint. He was worried that I had gotten lost or fell and died, I don't know how to explain the last one but that's just him. Peter, my twin brother, is just a little over protective over me, me being the only girl out of the four of us and younger than Peter by just a couple of minutes he takes it too seriously.
Here I am a hungover, stoned 17 year old American girl. My name is Rachel Madyson Hampton.
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FanfictionShe thinks she knows it all but what she doesn't know that she is ten drinks in and about to make the worst decision of her life. The drugs, the drinking, and then driving. That is when she meets the love of her life.
