Young Writers Society

Hi, thanks for reading this. This is written in memory of Emily Taylor, whom we love and miss a lot.


She waves to her mom on the dock
As her parents head inside for the night.
Her friends exchange a look and a smile,
As two boys appear with a pack of Bud Lite.

For awhile she refuses to join,
Wanting to put safety first.
But they beg her and beg her
Until she finally caves in to her thirst.

She decides she likes to feel loose,
So she gets a second after one.
They all feel giggly and happy,
Never realizing booze could be this fun.

She's about to chug her fifth
When someone clears their throat behind her.
She turns around in amazement
And is surprised to see her father.

Soon she's taken back inside,
But only after everyone has been sent home.
Her parents are furious and upset,
Not to mention disgusted they trusted her alone.

After some shouting and a long lecture,
She's sent upstairs to her room.
She feels drunk and disoriented,
But most of all like a buffoon.

Concerned and worried as they are,
Her dad makes sure to wake her up every hour.
One o'clock, two, three, four,
He checks up on his precious little flower.

By four in the morning,
He tires out and falls asleep.
He's sure she's okay, it was all wearing off,
He assured himself as he counted sheep.

When he finally woke with a start,
It was already nine,
And the sinking feeling in his stomach
Told him everything was not fine.

He ran up to her room,
And quickly threw open her door,
Only to look and see
That his baby daughter was no more.

You see, dear Emily had choked,
Somewhere between four and nine,
On her own vomit,
That came from one good time.

Nobody made her drink it,
And she'd never drank before.
But she did it that one time,
Just so she wouldn't look like a bore.

One night of mistakes
Was all it took to take her life.
Now whenever we think of her
All we can think of is the grief and strife.

She didn't even have half her years behind her,
And she'd had a lot to look forward to.
But now she doesn't and will never,
All because of what she though she had to do.

If only she could see the all tears
Her faithful friends had shed for her!
Maybe if she could see all the hurt in their eyes
It might have given her heart a stir.

If she heard the way her parents choked,
whenever they said her name,
She could've realized
the insanity of their little game.

She'll never know how much we loved her,
Which is why I had to write
What happened to Emily and her story
About all the mistakes of one night.



Thanks for reading. This really did happen and I want none of you to be so stupid.

It took only one stupid thing to get rid of Emily. Don't let it happen to you, please.

Peace out. 0(o.o)0