Even the prettiest girl's need help.
The night was young as Nastasia balanced her two choices: smoke the weed or risk undesirable attention from bullies. If she did it right here, right now, Nastasia could make a pact with this crew of druggies to get them to leave her alone, show them that she was better than all of them. Besides, it was just one smoke, how much harm could it really do? Plus, Nastasia had even heard that weed might become legal in some states, so it cannot be that bad for you. She takes the rolled up drug from the sketchy girl in front of her. Her name is Baisley, a short, stout girl and bully to all. Baisley had stoled Nastasia's lunch or lunch money since the third grade, and Nastasia has decided to put an end to it. Baisley had made a compromise. If Nastasia could not be so stuck up and relax with a good high, then Baisley would leave her alone, along with the rest of her bullying crew.
Although Nastasia has been an advocate for not doing drugs her entire life, she's decided that one smoke can' hurt. Letting the drug enter her blood stream and make her feel like she's flying, Nastasia watches as Baisley begins clapping.
"Congratulations, Nasty. Looks like you aren't as big of a snob as I thought you were," Baisley praises, "From this day forward I will not take your lunch or your lunch money."
Nastasia breathes a sigh of relief and hands the blunt back to Baisley, "Now that that's over with, I need to get going. The parentals will be wondering where I am by now."
"Fine, have fun with your prissy pants mother and father, Nasty," Baisley shouts as Nastasia makes a quick escape.
When she gets to her car, Nastasia realizes the drug has made her a little clumsy and decides to sit and wait for the high to leave. She giggles to herself and plays with the car radio, finding the classical music station quite hilarious. A few minutes later, Nastasia is passed out across the driver's and passenger's seats, snoring to heaven. She never knew a drug could make you feel so lousy and exhausted when it wears off.
Waking up, Nastasia looks lackadaisically at her surroundings and the night before slowly comes back to her. She scrambles for her cell phone, finding 55 missed calls from both of her parents and 32 new voicemails. Nastasia turns the car on quickly, driving home as fast as possible, and runs to her bedroom when she gets there. Stuffing her face in a pillow, she lets out a muffled scream of frustration. Why had she been so stupid? When her parents found her, she knew she was in for a wiping. She cries silently to herself until her mother walks into the bedroom. Finding her missing daughter, Nastasia's mother embraces her, pratically squeezing the air from Nastasia's lungs.
"We thought you were gone forever! How dare you stay out all night and not notify us!" her mother exclaims.
"I'm sorry, mom. I should've called as soon as I knew I was going to be out later than usual, but my phone ran out of battery and I hadn't felt too good after some pasta I had for dinner at a restuarant in the Plaza," Nastasia says, trying to cover her lie with some parts of the truth, "I did not feel well enough to drive home."
"You still could have borrowed a phone!" Her mother cries.
"It was almost midnight, mom! Did you really want me to just walk to some man or woman I don't know and ask for a phone when it was dark and deserted at the Plaza?" Nastasia says, trying to make a clear point.
"No, of course not," her mother sighs, "But next time you leave this house, that cell phone is fully charged!"
"Yes, ma'am."
After my mother leaves the room, Nastasia takes a few deep breathes to calm herself. How could she lie to her mother about doing something illegal? It was like she hadn't even done anything wrong because her mother wasn't grounding Nastasia for smoking weed. Nastasia lies back down, starting to get a headache, and closes her eyes. How deep of a hole did she just dig with her own mother? How could her mother ever trust Nastasia after one of the biggest lies she has ever told?
Now, Nastasia did not even feel like she could trust herself. So, why should her mother trust her?
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Dear Pretty Girl's,
This is a story I developed about a pretty girl with a very ugly lie. She lost her mother that day in a way worse than death because Nastasia was lying. I realize that all of us have told a lie at some point in time, but some lies are meant to be told. They should not turn into secrets that cannot be told. Just using the drug once influenced Nastasia's self-esteem and confidence to lower. She's now become afraid of her own parents and she cannot trust herself anymore. Once you cannot trust yourself, you know you're at the peak of a very long downward spiral. So, ladies, be drug free. I may not be able to know exactly who does drugs, but I know that I can at least help through my words and examples.
Trust me ladies, no girl is pretty when she's too tipsy to stand or too high to understand.
Sincerely,
A Pretty Girl
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