My friend, Laura. I thought she was great. She recently told me her 14-year-old cousin acts like a whor. But before that, she wore Pooh T-shirts and was really nice. Recently, she told me something that made me jump.
"I get high on permanent markers," she said. I thought she was just joking but today she's like "I don't do it all the time. I only did it once." I asked her if she knew it could kill her and she sad, "Yeah, I know." She lives in fear of being raped and I'm really scared. Laura says she likes the smell of markers. I really don't want Laura to die even if she did do drugs once.
Someting interesting HAS happened to me, if not, Laura. No. Laura. I NEVER took drugs. Well, who will do it next? I won't let it be me.
Please spare Linda. She was as great friend and I don't want her to die. I really don't.
Notes: What started as "genuine" concern for my "friend" Laura (I actually didn't like her at all) slowly devolves into me being excited that if my friend became a drug addict, my life would be more interesting. Then, in guilt, I pray to God to "spare" this girl I don't even like.