A Foggy Night to remember

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Everything happened so quick. I didn't see any of it coming, but then again neither did anyone else.

My sister and I lived down the street from my school in Fulton county. Now as a person who always wanted to fit in, I ended up hanging with the wrong crowd. I met this girl we will call her "Chanel" and she wasn't the best influences on me, but I loved hanging with her because she kept life exciting. You see she was what you called a SOS girl. Ever heard that saying birds of a feather flock together well SOS meant smash on site and she claimed she had never slept with any of them but I later found out that was a lie. When it first started it was just one person, and I went along with it because I thought it was cool. One thing I have learned is that females are never to be trusted especially when they feel like they have to compete with you. Hell the next day I came to school was horrible. The looks, stares, whispers, and even got to the point where I didn't want my best friend around me because I didn't want her to be associated with my foolishness. As foggy as the night was I hate to go back to the night. --WARNING ⚠️ some of these are true details and encounters with real people.--
It was September : football season, north springs football team sucked, but this particular night I had gone to the game with Chanel. She had told me about this party that was going on after the game. I was also supposed to be spending the night at her house too so I was good. Now my mom wasn't too fond of sleepovers but I mean I didn't always obey my mom, so yeah. So we go to the party, and everything in my memory is a little foggy, but the things I do remember is that I was dancing with Chanel and mind you I didn't know how to drink but she brought me some punch and it tasted really funny, but I kept drinking it anyway mind to fit in with everyone else. So I put my cup down and went to the bathroom, and by the time I returned Chanel was nowhere to be found. So I finished off drinking what I thought was my cup which turned out to have been spiked with something. I remember walking to the back of the apartment to find Chanel, and walking into a dark room. After that things are kind blurry, and all messed up.

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