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Hey you guys. This is not a story but. A monologue. For those of you who don't know what that means it is a 1 person play. So this is talking about meth and Im going to put more so if you want a monologue or a scene with 2 or 4 feel free to ask so I could put one up. So today I'm going to put drug stories not plays. I want to put plays later. I'm sorry if the stories bother you guys that I talk about meth alot but Its just to prove to you guys that if you try it, it will mess up your life. Some if these are true. Like the first one. I want to show u guys what he'll she went though. If u guys want to check out for more go on www.idahomethproject.org 

Age: 14 

Gender: Female 

Location: Boise 

Teenagers are willing to do just about anything to fit in. So imagine you're in high school and you're talking with someone you thought was your friend, when, out of nowhere, you hear her whisper deviously into your ear the words, "Wanna smoke some Meth?" WAIT! 

Before you chose your answer to this life changing question, let me tell you what it was like for me to have someone I loved dearly do Meth. I'm going to tell you something I haven't shared with many other people. My biological mom, the one who gave birth to me, is a drug addict. Because of that, I have been from one foster home to another and then finally adopted by my new mom and dad. Of course when I was living with my biological mom I neither fully knew what drugs were nor did I even know she took them. Now that I am older and know very well what drugs are, I sometimes look back and remember things that should have been blatantly obvious. One example is one night when I woke up in our car we were driving through the seemingly endless roads of an unknown town. I asked my biological mom where we were going. When we reached these ³friends² of hers, I was told their names were Peaches and Cream. Now that I look back, those people were more than likely fictitious and they were probably a source of drugs for my biological mom. Since there were probably other things that were as blatantly obvious as Peaches and Cream, I sometimes look back and wonder how I didn't catch these things when I was younger. The fact of the matter is that no matter how drugged up my mom was, she was always the queen of lying and blaming stuff on anybody other than herself. 

My entire childhood was ruined. I was a child forced to take on the role of an adult. I never knew where I would wake up in the morning and find myself from day to day. I never knew if when I woke up, cold with fear in the middle of the night from a nightmare, whether my mom would be there to comfort me and reassure me that everything was going to be all right. Meth stripped me of a normal childhood and I plan to fight Methamphetamine's spread so that neither kids nor adults will fall victim to the inhuman clutches of Meth. It's true that it only takes one try and you're hooked. 

I have a dream that one day kids will no longer have to go through what I've had to go through. 

I have a dream that one day, the people who have Meth labs will figure out that through their profit they are hurting and displacing millions of kids in the US and thousands of kids just in Idaho. 

I have a dream that someday, my story will be read all over the U.S. and that by reading this essay you will be persuaded to NOT take the easy way out and by doing so living your life to the fullest. 

I have a dream that the Idaho Meth Project will influence people to stay away from Meth. I have a dream that the people who are addicted to Meth will get the proper treatment so that they can return to normal lives. 

I have a dream that the state will take care of the child victims of Meth by strengthening the child welfare system so that we are not moved from home to home and school to school. 

I have a dream that our schools will look for kids like me and help us fill the voids in our education due to numerous moves. 

I have a dream that MY story will make a difference in minimizing the spread of the damage Meth causes to our society, state, community, and country. 

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My name is Tara and I stared doing meth at 12. I was addicted to it right off the bat I did meth for 12 years and I have never seen such horrible stuff in my life. I went to jail I ran away I started having sex when I was 13. I had my first child at 16 I never finished school. I got so involved with myself and with meth I gave my son to my mom I was homeless and doing some pretty bad stuff to get my fix. At 20 I had my 2nd child and was still doing meth and I gave him to his grandma because I couldn't think about anything but meth and would do anything to get it. At 21 had my 3rd child and stopped doing meth- I was doing good on my own working paying my bills on time and doing the mom thing then one night had a friend come over and she pulled meth out and I started doing it and did it non-stop for the next 3 years and my baby went to live with my mom! So I went and lived in Nevada doing the whole meth thing partying and not caring about anyone or anything. I went to Colorado got so high I couldn't handle it. I went to a party all I remember is sitting there on the couch and woke up in the bathroom screaming and to this day I still have no idea what happened and don't care to know. After that I called my mom and said I am done please can I come home she let me and I have been sober for over a year now. I have my kids back and I'm doing great but I know if I was to ever go back to that I would end up dead or locked up! 

OK SO THIS IS NOT MINE.  This storie is by a 26year old who lives in Boise, Idaho.

I started using meth at age 15. My mother had just passed away and a guy I knew said it would help with the pain. What a lie he was telling me, but I didn't yet know that. About 2 days later I was addicted. From this point on, my life was a whirlwind of incarceration, men, prostitution, self mutilation, and crime. I have had a child while incarcerated, spending just 36 hours with my precious baby girl before I was taken back to the prison, which is very sad. I am 26 years old and I have full dentures.....meth destroyed my teeth. I have been married twice, now to a nice man, but my first husband is a meth addict. He was just recently sentenced to 29 years for robbing a bank in Boise, his reason; he needed money to get high. Meth is Death. I cannot stress to my children and stepchildren that even one time is too many......I look back sometimes and think, what if I had never tried meth??? My life would have been different, better I am sure of it. I am currently meth free for 2.5 years, and almost weekly I hear of someone I knew who went back to the Penn. I won't be that way anymore, I have my children to raise...I never want to hear them say again that my mom's in prison, my mom's in the bathroom, or if I was ever to use again, my mom's dead. I know what it is like to lose a parent, and there was nothing my mother could have done to save her own life, there is something that I can do to save my own.

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