Hi, it’s Amanda. Thank you for coming back to read more of my story.
I told you in my first post that I have always been a typical “good girl,” and that I would never have thought I’d even try drugs, much less have an overdose. But I did, and if it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone. You don’t have to be an addict to have an overdose. It just takes one bad decision to mess up and potentially end your life.
It all happened one night at a high school party.
Despite my best efforts, I have never been very popular. I’m too busy studying and practicing track and field to have much of social life. My normal schedule is wake up, go to school, go to practice, go home and study or do homework, go to bed. On weekends I have track meets or more studying. There is not a lot of room for friends or social outings in my world.
It’s not that people don’t like me. I get along well with all the girls on the team, and I have people to sit with at lunch. I’m not a social outcast or bullied or anything like that. I just never really let loose or even hang out with my peers outside of school and sports.
Everyone who knows me knows I’m like this. I have turned down every invitation to a party, movie, or date my entire life, so eventually, people just stopped asking. I can’t really blame them, and honestly, it’s a relief not to have to explain over and over again that no, I can’t come to your party; I’m busy running or studying.
My senior year of high school changed that though.
One of the most popular girls in school, who I had barely ever talked to other than when we were partnered up for a history project once during a junior year, sent me a Facebook invitation. Her parents were going out of town, and she was having a huge graduation party and was inviting everyone in our grade, which was really kind of her.
I had never gone to a party before. By then I would be graduated from high school, and there would be no track practice or studying for the first time in my life. I took it as a sign to let my hair down for once in my life, and to finally have a normal high school kid experience at a big party. What could it hurt, I thought.
If only I had known.