The noise was killing me and everything was a haze. "Is this what it's supposed to feel like?" I asked myself over and over like a broken record. They told me, "Just have a little, it won't kill you." It was my birthday and this is how I was going to spend it? Lying on the floor in a heap, like a helpless baby. This was going to be a birthday that I would never forget, or remember the way I was headed.

All of a sudden a voice calling my name, "Blair, you're going to be all right!" It was like a message sent from above. This voice sounded very familiar and I was damn happy to hear it. It was my brother, he had just got home from his girlfriend's house, and I clung to him for dear life, like a snail stuck on a rock. He hoisted me up the stairs and put me into my bed. He said, "everything is going to be all right."

At this very moment, I knew that my childish, foolish, and beer drinking ways were something of the past. This was the best birthday I had ever had. I realized all this was a foolish act that teenagers did, for an unknown reason. I was growing up and I was terrified of the change at hand, but I was ready for it. The only problem is what am I going to tell my parents, I was supposed to be home 5 hours ago.

As they scooped my limp body off the floor and took me to the bathroom, I cau

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