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We’d been best friends for a long time, since we were 13. I was there for her when her mom ran away with another man, and she was there for me when I’d broken up with my boyfriend of 2 years. It was always me and Tori. It had been a while since I’d slept over at her house. Her father wanted to move out of their old house, I guess to get away from the memories of her mother. They’d finally finished moving in, to a newer cozier home. “So, what do you wanna do tonight?” our friend Macy asked. “ Let’s prank call some of the guys, or we could invite some over,” Jade replied. “ I’ve got a shitload of vodka and rum in the fridge,” Tori interrupted. Macy and Jade were all for it, I wasn’t much in the mood to drink that night, but I agreed to have a few shots. We started drinking while we watched The Hangover…taking a shot every time someone said the word ‘fuck.’ I was able to avoid taking that many shots because soon, the girls were way to fucked up to even realize what was going on. “I’m so fucked up, who wants to cuddle?” Macy asked in a general sense. I’d never really liked Macy, but I put up with her, because she was a family friend of Tori. No one replied to Macy…but we all giggled as she blabbed on about random shit. We all sat and watched the movie in a drunken haze, laughing even more so at all the funny and non-funny parts. The room was pretty dark, I was sitting next to Macy and I could feel her moving consistently next to me. I glanced over and I could see that she was playing with her pussy. I had to look, I couldn’t believe she was that fucked up. She caught me looking at her, and mistook it for an interest in joining her. I felt her hand hold mine, she slowly m... ... middle of paper ... ... Then he let me go. I looked back and smiled as he gathered up his food and walked over to the kitchen. I scurried back upstairs, to find The Hangover in the end credits. On the screen was Alan with a large black stripper sitting next to him with her tits hanging out. Macy’s head snapped up as I sat back down. She looked at me and smiled. My heart pounded, I thought she’d found out my secret. “So, you wanna try again?” she asked deviously. I was relieved to know she had no idea what had just gone down. “Um, no I think I’m good for now,” I smiled faintly. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, replaying it all. I heard the door open, Tori’s dad peeked in, “Goodnight, girls,” he said to Macy and I, he winked at me. I felt my pussy pulsate one last time as he closed to door. I smiled to myself, there are some secrets even your best friend shouldn’t know.
During a season of Saved by the Bell, two characters, Jessie and Kelly are replaced for 12 consecutive episodes by a new girl Tori (Klosterman, 145). The new girl Tori possesses traits that both Jessie and Kelly exhibit and is immediately accepted and brought into Kelly and Jessie’s group of friends (Klosterman, 145). While the aforementioned girls are gone and Tori is around, none of the girls’ friends mention them at all, Klosterman concludes that this is the most realistic part of the show (Klosterman, 145). This conclusion is come to after Klosterman does some psychoanalysis and evaluates his own experience with the “Tori Paradox,” (Klosterman, 146). When he first considers the idea of the “Tori Paradox,” Klosterman describes it as “idiotic, borderline insulting, […and] unreal,” (Klosterman, 146). After looking back to his high school and college experiences, he realizes that he as well as some of his friends disappeared for long stretches of time just like Kelly and Jessie did (Klosterman, 146). In addition, as on Saved by the Bell, whenever he or one of his friends was not around they were not mentioned (Klosterman, 146). His initial rejection of the authenticity, he concludes is the result of his “memory always [creating] the illusion that [they] were constantly together, just like those kids on Saved by the Bell,” (Klosterman, 146). Nevertheless, in reality, there were “long stretches where somebody who […] seemed among [his] closest companions simply wasn’t around,” (Klosterman, 146).
Smashed: Story of a Drunken Girlhood is Koren Zailckas' account of life as an alcoholic. It traces her life from her first drink, when she was fourteen, to her last, at twenty-two; Smashed chronicles Zailckas' struggle with alcohol abuse, in an effort to explain the binge drinking phenomenon that plagues America's youth.
The Confidence Alcohol Gave Me: “I believed the people who romanticized those years, the ones who told me to embrace irresponsibility before I was slapped with the burdens of corporate adulthood” (23). Zailckas’ alcohol binging started at a very young age and followed her for nearly a decade. She turned to alcohol because of her peers who told her to live it up while she was still young and before she had to take on all these adult responsibilities. In the novel, “Smashed: The Story of a Drunken Girlhood,” Koren Zailckas opens up about what caused her alcohol addiction and how it left her with lifelong physical and emotional effects. Alcohol is very commonly used because it distracts the mind from the problems we face in life.
Another way these characters avoid living their life is by drinking continuously, in a way to make the time pass by faster and forget. ?Haven?t you had enough? She loses count after 10 cocktails,? (pg.11) proving to the audience her own self denial, and how she wastes every day. Unfortunately, there are many, who in society today, do the same thing to get out of a situation they?re trying to hide or a difficult time they?re going through. This relates back to their affair which they?re obviously hiding and trying to get through this time in their life.
“I went to a party with a few girls I just met,” Nicole recalls. “I had two beers and felt really drunk and could barely stand up.” After lying down in an empty room in the apartment, Nicole only remembers the moment she woke up. “I passed out and when I woke up there was a guy having sex with me. I woke up in the middle of it.”
“Sweetie, what are you doing, you should be asleep” Sarah spoke in a soft tone to reassure her daughter Paige that she wasn’t in trouble. “Timmy woke me up to play” Paige said in a sleepy tone
“What are you going to do this summer Billy”? asked Nicole. “I was going to hang out with the old man but we will probably only see him for the holidays, he is always gone with his truck driving job”, said Billy. “Yeah, and ma works at the thrift store all the time, and dating John, I wonder if she fucks him?” laughed Nicole. “I bet the old man finds a lot lizards or two at the truck stops, fifty bucks gets his load sucked off, two bills to slip it in the tight spot!” laughed Billy. “We shouldn’t talk about our parents like that” laughed Nicole. Billy looking at Nicole, he pressed his body against her and grabbed her ass “BILLY!” said Nicole. “Everyone has their own secrets behind closed doors, ummm” said Billy slowly. “Ohh” said Nicole. Both smiling, He let go of her slowly, focusing on the warm feeling of her triple D breasts now creating a cold spot on his chest. “I know you listen to me when I sit naked on my computer in my room…huh” said Billy. Nicole’s cheeks blushing. “Do you think about…?” asked Billy. “You walked in on me in the bathroom” explained Nicole. “I really had to go and you didn’t seem to hide yourself while you were shaving your cunt” said Billy. “Do you think about… when you see me in the shower?” asked Nicole.
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that Ellen, as she was called, changed her name. One of Tori’s sisters brought her
2. Then a tight reverse over the shoulder shot of Devlin’s face (Cary Grant) is next. Devlin then proclaims: “There's one more drink left apiece. Shame about the ice.”
We had all just got back from Des Moines. Alivia, Lexi, Brianna, and I wore sitting on her bed. Our faces lit up with blue because we were on our phones. It was really late I think maybe eleven o’clock. When I glance up and watch the bathroom door creep closed. I freaked out about it trying to scare everyone else. Alivia basically sits on me. Pulling a mound of blankets over our heads. Everyone is screaming and Brianna’s mom, Keri, runs into her room. Then the door opens slightly and that’s when I actually panic. I cling to Alivia and yelling, “Did you see that?” Keri looks very concerned about us and has fear in her own eyes as she jumps into bed with us. We all don’t know what to do. All of us are telling Keri to go look while we hide under the blankets. My mind is racing I personally don’t want to go check because what if there’s a killer in the bathroom. All I can think is I’m too young die.
“Honey? Do you remember the day when we first met?” it was at that moment that I knew that I was fucked. Why was she asking me this odd question and why now? Valerie and I have been together for almost two years now. It made no sense and quite frankly I was afraid of the type of creature that might have possessed this strange woman to ask me a question like this. “Uhh… shit yeah honey why you ask?” it was the only thing that my cautious brain allowed to flow out of my lips and I was praying under my breath hoping that she didn’t hear the hesitation in my voice.” No reason just wanted to make sure if you remember what I was wearing on the first day that we met.” I’m pretty sure the last thing she expected was for me to have a puzzled look on my face but there I was trying hard to dig into my old suppressed memories.
“Hey mom, does someone else live here with you and dad?” I asked out of curiosity. “Why would you think that sweetheart? Your father and I have lived her by ourselves since you moved out twenty years ago.” she replied. “No reason.” I responded. “Well Mrs. Sanchez, the meal was lovely, but I feel it is time for Courtney and me to be adventuring home.” Zack said with the same expression he had when we arrived. Just as Zack and I were heading to the front door to leave, a roaring wind came and went carrying an angry cloud of rain and hail with it. “Well Zack, looks like we are having a sleep over with my parents tonight.” I smirked. “I will show you to your room then.” my mother said with a huge smile shooting across her face.
Influence? Why is it that the people who influence us most influence us in ways that are not easily quantified? Through her work with abused children, my mother has shown me the heroism of selfless dedication to a worthy cause. By being an upstanding individual, my playwriting teacher in middle school acted as an inspiring male role model at a time when I needed one most. By being approachable and interesting, my World History teacher in my freshman year of high school opened my eyes to the connections between a society's culture and its history and broadened my view of cultures and the world. While these influences mean much to me and have contributed greatly to my development, they came too easily to mind.
...freaked out and argh! I was nowhere near where I wanted to be. Lacy was gonna be pissed! It was almost dinner time and there was no way I was gonna make it on time. Thankfully I arrived fifteen minutes before her shift was due to start again. So, at least we got to sit down and talk for a while. I didn’t mention the girl on the bus so in compassion to hers, my day came across as rather dull. And she was working! Lacy unconsciously told me something which made me realise, that there’s so much that I still don’t know about her. She never actually said anything but I could just tell. Body language expert. Laughs, I’ll explain what I mean later. Recently, I’ve gone from having no female company in my life (except for my mother) to two females. Lucy and Lacy. My God, it sounds like a bad sitcom title. Anybody want to commission that? Call me.