A/N: I've been gone for a while and eventually I forgot about the website. Crap, and I really liked the website too. Anyways, I made this drug story about a girl from school and decided to post it here. Please enjoy and no flames.

“All work and no play makes Angie a very dull girl.” My friend Melinda mocked at me. I stuck my tongue out at her. I was in my room and working on my laptop on my latest mock trial case. I am currently attending NYU in Manhattan, New York, since I am working hard to become a lawyer.

“Hold on Mel, I’m almost done. Just give me a sec.” I told her. I knew I had to hurry because I knew that Melinda was really impatient. I heard her tapping her feet. I quickly shut down my laptop and got off my bed.

“Ready?” She asked me. “You know it.” I said, straightening out my low-cut dress. We started walking towards the door. “Angie?”

I turned around. Bobby, my roommate was running towards me. Bobby is actually a ten-year old super genius and is working on his last year of medical school. I am quite envious of him. “Yes?”

“Could you get me a few things from this list?” He asked me, handing me a list. I took it and looked at it. I smiled at him. “Sure.” I answered. He smiled at me. “Thanks, Angie. You’re a lifesaver.” He told me. I put the list into my purse.

Along with everything else, he looks up to me as an older sister. I look after him for his parents, who are in Florida earning money for his tuition. I currently work at Target because clearly my parents weren’t created on the money tree.

I am paying my tuition at NYU as we speak. Well, I speak.

As soon as I saw Bobby run back into his room, I opened the door and ran out with Melinda. Melinda was fixing her mini skirt along with her tank top-ish shirt.

“Where are we going?” I asked. We walked to the corner of my apartment. We hailed for a taxi. “A party, Ang.” Melinda said, using my nickname. I groaned. She knows I hate parties.

I am always in the corner, being sober, whereas everyone is around me drinking, trying to get me to drink.

A taxi cab pulled up. We opened the door and got in. Melinda gave him the location. I knew that that the place was a few blocks from Central Park. “I promise Ang, we won’t be there long.” Melinda promised.

I folded my arms and rolled my eyes. “Yeah right,” I muttered under my breath.

When we got to the party, I saw a lot of people dirty dancing and drinking as usual. Not a great party, I thought. At least Melinda told me to wear the appropriate dress for the party that I would never wear in a million years.

I started walking to the corner. She grabbed my arm. “Hey! Dance, live a little.” She told me. I shook my head and walked away. As soon as I looked out of the corner of my eye, she shrugged and headed to the dance floor.

A few guys came over with drinks, but I declined them. I then decided to grab myself a Sprite and pass it off as a wine cooler. I started taking a few sips from it to show that I was drinking something.

Then another guy came walking towards me. He looked okay, I thought. He stopped a few feet away from me and leaned on the wall. “I dislike parties.” He said. “So do I.” I blurted out. He looked towards me and smiled. “Friends drag you here?” He asked, acting like he knew it all.

I nodded. “Same here. Mine is dancing next to a girl right there.” He told me, pointing at a couple dancing. I looked at where he pointed and laughed. It was Melinda dancing with his friend.

“That’s the one who dragged me here.” I chuckled. He laughed a little. “He dragged me here.” He said.

He looked back at me and held his hand out. “Elliot Harper.” He introduced himself. I shook his hand. “Angeline Winnchester. Friend’s call me Angie, or Angel. Most call me Angie.” I said.

It did seem a little awkward to tell him about me, but I needed someone to talk to. At least he didn’t ask for my number.

For a few hours, we talked about anything from the environment to our daily lives to what we might have in common. I found out that his parents married at a young age like mine, and he had to sleep with a night-light because he was afraid of the dark. I laughed at him and told him I also had to.

All the talking I did got me thirsty and I ran out of soda, so I asked him to walk with me to the punch bowl where the drinks were. I didn’t want to be bothered with the other guys there, so I walked with Elliot, who didn’t mind going with me.

As I filled up my cup with soda, I saw Elliot looking at a bowl filled with pills. He saw me looking at him and frowned at me. “Candy bowl.” He said. “Excuse me?” I asked. “A bowl full of prescriptions and other pills. I can name a few of them. Vicodin, GHB, some Tylenol…”

I looked at him strangely. He shrugged. “Part of a weird medical class I have to take as an intern.” He explained. I was way too bored out my mind to notice that he might have been lying.

I walked back with him to my little corner. He complimented on my outfit when I saw Melinda walking my way with Elliot’s friend, holding his hand.