Prologue
Marissa
Cohen took a sip of her beer as she walked around the room. Music blared loudly. Too loudly.
People danced, many unsteadily because of the alcohol in their
systems. For these people, this was how
Saturday nights were meant to be spent.
Marissa
loved to party too, but this time, she had to admit she’d gone overboard. She herself was feeling sick to her stomach
from all the alcohol she had drunken.
She wasn’t sure how much; she had lost track. But it was enough to make her drunk. Very drunk.
Marissa knew it, for she couldn’t concentrate on anything, couldn’t
focus. Her balance was off, and the room
seemed to be spinning slowly about her.
What
would her mother think when she got home?
Marissa didn’t even want to think about it. How many times had she been told not to drink
until she was 21. Well, here she was,
just eighteen, a senior in high school, and she was completely drunk. Her mother would kill her.
As
Marissa continued to walk around the room, she began to grow woozy, as nausea
and dizziness came over her. Suddenly,
the dizziness struck her hard, and the room began to spin wildly. And then, everything around her slowly faded
until all was dark.
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