Sitting in the corner, not knowing what to do.
The room is filled with the smell of marijuana.
Camano Island marijuana.
Alcohol makes the pass around the room.
Peer pressure is an evil thing.
Temptation is all around me.
I drink some alcohol but regret it instantly.
The taste, the warmth, the smell, all make me gag.
I can't stand the warming sensation.
That's the first and last time I drink alcohol tonight.
I want to be in control.
I want to say what I do and what I don't do.
Temptation twists and swirls in the air like a thin, incessant smoke.
But I persevere.
I will not be drawn in to be accepted.
I stand my ground and become very familiar with the words, "No thank you."
Like a new friend, our relationship becomes stronger until I feel comfortable and safe using those words.
I feel strong and in control.
I will not be drawn in.
And I'm not.
