Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Sharing My Writing With You!

Hey guys! I was pretty bored tonight, along with not being able to fall asleep, so I decided to share little part in a novel-ish project I've slowly been working on this year. I am a terribly afraid human, mainly when it comes to my writing, so this is the first time anyone else will be reading this piece of writing. Please feel free to comment your thoughts! Side note, I know the formatting is a bit weird due to me just copy and pasting it! I'm not going to go into too much detail about the plot and all of that, but basically it is about a girl named Alison who reflects on her first year in college. Hope you enjoy!

I think that was the seventh time this hour that someone has screamed out my name in desperate need of help. Sober help, to be more exact. I push past a crowd of guys from our football team, or I guess who were on the team, considering we had graduated two months ago, and scan the room for the new dilemma in which I was needed. The horrible mix CD of trap, country and 2000’s throwback music continues to blast into my ears as I finally spot my four best friends huddled around yet another puking girl.
“Guys, what happened?” I ask as they open up their huddle to reveal Sasha Henderson, our valedictorian and school’s only National Merit Scholar, sprawled across the floor ready to throw up cheap vodka across the room.
“She got a little carried away,” one of my best friends Tessa says, sneaking in a laugh.
“We would help but...we think we’re going to need the bathroom too in like five minutes,” says my other friend Brooke while she puts one hand close to her stomach.
I look down at Sasha, take a deep breath and haul her off the ground. After leading her to the bathroom, holding her hair for ten minutes and sending her off with her seemingly capable boyfriend, I sit down on the couch, purely exhausted.
“Hey Alison.”
I turn my head only to see Bryan Johnson with one knee on the couch and a smug smile on his freckled face.
“Hey, what’s up?” I reply looking around the room for an escape plan.
“Want a pull?” he asks while shoving a plastic handle of basically rubbing alcohol in front of my face.
“I’m good...you know...D.D. again.”
“I could find you guys another ride,” he says while leaning in a little closer.
“Really, I’m good.”
“Listen, I was thinking. We’re all going to college in a couple of weeks and with college comes a lot of new experiences. New people, real parties...we should prepare ourselves, you know?”
“I don’t really get what you’re saying.”
He sits on the couch and leans in even closer.
“Nobody wants to go in green,” he says while placing his hand onto my thigh.
I stare at Bryan, then down at his clammy hands and check to make sure that all of this is really happening to me right now. I slightly cringe at the whole situation and then make my escape.
“I gotta go...help my friends,” I mumble quickly and practically run out of the room to gather my friends.
I search around this mansion of a house for twenty minutes and they are nowhere to be found, even after I sent out four “SOS” texts to the group message. Classic, I think.  

Another twenty minutes pass by and all I have accomplished is slipping on a puddle of jungle juice in the kitchen, receiving six dirty looks from the stoner group in the den and becoming more and more annoyed as each second goes by.
“Alison! Where have you been! We were just about to leave without you!” Brooke screeches from down the hall as she stands by the door tapping her Sam Edelman sandals against the hardwood floor.
With little to no energy left in me, I simply walk over to my friends, grab my keys out of my pocket and follow them out the door.
And, that about sums up my summer. Okay, okay. I’m exaggerating a bit. My summer wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it was a pretty magical time, almost like a state of limbo where every graduating senior in my town was in between being a kid and an adult. But, that’s a story for another day. This story really begins after the tans faded, trips for frozen yogurt ended, bags were packed, hugs were given and goodbyes were said before driving away to our new lives.

That's all for now.


  1. Was this based off of real events, because if it was I feel bad for you that guy is a creep.

  2. haha it is very loosely based off of real events and yes i agree :)

  3. your writing is so amazing!! So glad I came across your blog :)