Personal Narrative: The Game Of Beer

I remember old times as I sit back and stare out the window on a rainy Sunday afternoon. It has been about two years since the incident occurred. The thought of how you can lose someone 's trust in one second is terrifying. It takes a long time to gain someone 's trust again after it is broken. With this in mind, I learned that my actions can affect others, but on this day I also learned that trying to fit in is not always the best thing to do. It all started on a Saturday night when my friend Kimberly decided to sleep over. At sixteen years old I was not much of an outgoing person like Kimberly was. As time started to pass by, we couldn 't decide what to do. "We should go to this party I heard about," Kimberly said.

I knew the night had just begun for us. I was overwhelmed at the fact that I had never done anything bizarre before. I knew I could not turn back anymore, but the fear of getting caught lingered in my mind. As we arrived to the party, crowds of people were dancing and drinking all around us. As we headed outside, to the backyard, many people followed behind. ”Now that we are all gathered, we should play a game of beer pong," Kimberly said. I never had drank alcohol before. I felt worried and guilty for having agreed to listen to Kimberly. I did not want to be seen as a weak person, so I agreed to play beer pong with Kimberly 's friends. I decided I would only play for a little bit, that way I would be conscious enough to be able to get home safe. After what seemed like forever, the game ended. By that time, I felt light-headed and full of joy. I could not think straight because of how intoxicated I was. If I kept drinking, I knew I would get caught by mom. I decided to ignore the thoughts by dancing and having fun. Although it was a bad decision, I started not to care about the consequences that would occur later on. Next thing I know, Kimberly taps my