When I was a junior in high school, I was sitting in my AP Enlgish &
Compostion class, when this girl Lauren Jones came dragging in. She is a very
chatty girl, full of energy, and never looks sad in the least, so when she shuffled to
the back of the class and didn’t speak a word for an hour, everyone began to wonder
what was wrong. At first, she claimed that she was fine, and we went on with class;
but about five minutes later, she burst out into uncontrollable crying. After a lot of
coaxing on our part, she revealed that the previous night, she and her friends had
been drinking in her driveway, and that they had gotten mind-numbingly drunk.
One of her friends decided that she should drive herself home before anyone got in
trouble, and threw her car into reverse, and sped out of the driveway, hitting Lauren
on the way, and dragging her about fifteen feet down the driveway. Lauren had tire
marks all over her legs, quite a few bad bruises, and a large gash down her thigh.
She lived, but if this girl had hit her about three more feet to the left, one of the
pipes under the car would have hit Lauren in the face, which would have almost
certainly done irreparable damage, if she didn’t die. Since then, Lauren has been to
the hospital three more times for alcohol poisoning, arrested twice for public