Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative I gripped the smooth oval shaped bottle in my hand. In the other hand

with my fingers wrapped around the miniature glass cup, I felt the

glass groves the harder I squeezed the sharper the groves began to

feel. It was like I was gripping an ancient blade which had blunted

throughout the generations. I began to slowly pour the liquid in my

cup and it steadily began to fill. It filled up to the brim. I placed

the edge of the cup towards my lips. The smell was extremely

overpowering sending small shivers of disgust every time I in hailed

the fumes. The smell reminded me scent of a bittersweet permanent

marker. I glanced at my friends one last time before I tossed the

Tequila down my throat. They both were looking forward eagerly in

anticipation. Then a quick backwards jerk of my head-the distasteful

drink poured down my throat and I could feel it go down into my

stomach and settle. The hotness felt like hot acid leaving a warm

tinge to my insides. After I unscringed my face I passed the bottle to

Ryan.

The bottle was passed around several times in circle until eventually

it was all gone. Ryan, Tom and I. We were wandering aimlessly through

the dark peaceful suburb. All our worries seemed to have drifted miles

and miles away. I thought to myself "what could possibly be better

than spending a warm summers night with two of my very best friends".

Then for one split second my mind ceased to function-in that split