I finally finished writing this for health class, despite how very much I tried to avoid it by floating around YWS (shame on me). But I’m a little nervous about having to read it in front of the class. Stupid presentation grade! I would love to get some critiques for it, hopefully before I have to print. Thank you. =D
Pg-13 for refrenced drug use.
Her name is Olivia.
She’s shy, and quiet. And you’ll only ever see her with the saddest look on her face. Like nothing could get worse.
But the line between better and worse is shockingly thin, especially for Olivia.
She’s usually alone. Eating lunch, in the hall, on the bus. Always alone.
You would suspect that she gets lonely. And you’re right. She does. She wishes she were more outgoing. She wishes she were prettier. A big nose and bushy hair isn’t exactly on the cover of the magazines.
Maybe that’s why she did it. Took the risk, rode the ride. Felt the thrill once, and then again.
Drugs are easy to find, if you know where to go. And Olivia knew. The first try was nice. The second even better. But it wasn’t enough.
Soon the parties would start. And the wild feeling of freedom. Freedom from though, freedom from mind, freedom from life.
Her favorite would be ecstasy. Named and made for pleasure. It relaxes her, and makes her charismatic. She loves to be with people now. To see, to talk, to touch. She feels she’s come alive.
But euphoria can grow wary.
Olivia. She may not be as lonely. And she’s not always alone.
Now all she does is quiver. And shake, and move, and sweat.
And though her eyes are wide and jumping, Olivia still has the saddest face.

