Well, my mother thought that I would have good of a little change of air for a while, so when she heard my friends from USA had invited me with them back she said yes straight away without have talked to me first. I would love to go but in the same time I didn’t want to leave my girlfriend. After all I did go with them but it wasn’t without thoughtfulness of what would happen when I got there.
There was no need for any kind of worry because when I told them that I had lived in USA before they all accepted me for being one of their kind. My friends were the social types – parties, go boozing every weekend, girlfriends in a row and so on - that were everyday life for them. So it couldn’t wonder anybody that I did go to the parties with them. Me... Who normally never is invited to the parties was now in the centre of the party.
But now to the boring part of the story, to one of these parties my friends got a little bit louder and shaky than they used to be. I didn’t think that much about it, they had probably just drunk too much. It was first later on when a boy who defiantly wasn’t drunk yet – I had only seen him drink a coke with a little bit of rum in it – started to act like them. I asked one of my friends what was going on and he gave me a tiny bag with some pills in it. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that they were that kind of people. They were so nice! He said that if I wouldn’t have anyone then he wanted the bag back. I shook my head and left the house. Outside I laid the bag in my pocket. I decided that if he asked for it I would act like I didn’t know what he was talking about.
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