Smoking Monologue

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I remember walking in the room. I tried to turn around, but it was too late to go back now. “Amber, I already saw you. Come in here now.” I couldn’t tell her no. So I trudged into her room afraid of what she might say. “Is this weed any good?” asked my mom. “I don’t know mom. I don’t do drugs.” I explained to my mother. “Then come here Amber, try this… tell me if it's any good or not.” I walked to my mom’s room and was about to tell her no when she grabbed my arm and put the blunt in my mouth. (Flashback) Ever since that day I have been hooked. I would come home from school, do my homework, then I would smoke with my mom . I got so carried away with smoking that I stopped going to school and I would just stay home and smoke all day. It was part of my life. I couldn’t go a day without smoking or I would go through withdrawal. One day my mom and I were sitting on her bed. She was smoking and I was rolling. When I got done rolling mine, I took a hit. It was amazing, it was …show more content…

I was all alone. I was thinking about what just happened… *RING RING RING* My phone was ringing. “Aunt Rosie, hey…” I was interrupted by my Aunt. “LIsten, I just got a call from the hospital, your mom passed away in the ambulance. I’m so sorry honey. I’m taking your little sister. Your not stable enough to take care of her and you're probably high right now anyway, she doesn’t need that kind of influence in her life… get her things packed I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” *CLICK* She hung up on me. My life was disappearing before my eyes and I was doing nothing about it. I wasn’t about to let it all end like this. I grabbed the phone and put in the number “317-GET-HELP” When the person picked up they said “This is the Indy Rehab Center… how may I help you” “Um, my name is Amber Higgins, I am 17 and I have an addiction to pot, I need help now.” I drove myself to the clinic and I checked myself in. Rehab is the right thing to do. I told myself this over and over

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