Strawberry Hill

Blaire leaned over her toilet bowl, and retched the contents of her stomach into it. And the contents of her stomach happened to be a good portion of a bottle of Strawberry Hill. It tasted just as bad coming up as it did going down.1

She felt not quite drunk, but considerably buzzed. Despite the fact she was 5'4" and barely 110 pounds she could drink like it was nobody's business. And it wasn't really.2

She returned to her bedroom, where her two best friends were laying on her floor, barely buzzed. Because she had drinken most of the wine. And she had also vomited most of it. But it felt good, and clean and pure.3

"What's the point in drinking so much if you can't keep it down?" Danny laughed, fiddling with the empty bottle. 4

"I don't want to keep it down," she shot back.5

"What's the point then?" Jason asked. "Why would you want to drink all this awful tasting crap and then taste it twice?"6

"Because it's all a game. Because whoever drinks the most wins, and I win, and your just a sore loser because I can handle that crap and you can't. You say it's girly shit, but at least I don't gag when I drink."7

"Psh, no you don't gag, you drink until you make yourself sick," Jason shot back. "And you don't even wait to get really drunk."8

"Why the hell would I want to be stupid drunk?" Blaire laughed, sitting down cross legged across from her companions. "I mean, it's clear I'm the brains of this operation, and with me incapacitated what would ya'll do."9

"Probably steal your money and go by real liquor," Danny mumbled. 10

"Hey, she's got the fake ID, and you couldn't pass for 21 anyway. You can barely pass for 16 and you ARE 16," Jason laughed.11

This was how it was on Friday nights. Blaire stayed in with two losers who thought she was "one of the guys", and drank. She wasn't asked out by boys, or going on shopping trips with the girls. This was what she had. This was the best she could get. She hated it.12

She'd always been so ambitious in middle school and the first couple of years of high school. She'd had confidence.13

But now that was gone. Because all of the sudden she realized she wasn't good enough. 14

She gave up on her schoolwork because it wasn't worth it anyway. There were people who made good grades without trying, and there were people who tried not to make good grades, and there was the people like her who decided it didn't matter what they did anymore.15

As far as being in a romantic relationship went, it was clear it wasn't going to happen. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, just semi-average. She wasn't a slut, and she would do a lot of things, but she wouldn't degrade herself to giving it up for a relationship that would most likely end up being crap anyway. And as far as a personality went, there were only a few guys who would go for a girl with "personality" and that faded when the depression set in.16

And so maybe this would be all there ever was for here. She'd spend weeks trying to pull through, and Friday nights drinking Strawberry Hill.17

And Strawberry Hill is an awful fate.