i’m in high school. the typical high school girl, lots of friends (can’t trust any of them). me and my friends are in the stage of going to sweet 16 parties…you know…those princess brats who wear the big dress and have the stupid father daughter dance and do their pointless candle ceremony – christ, those parties are ridiculously stupid. but, this isnt what my story is about. its about trying to have a good time…ironic right? me and a few girlfriends get ready for these stupid partys together, but for one of them, we dicided to drink vodka before hand; just to show up trashed. considering i’m a stupid teenager, i offered to do the “pre-gaming” at my house…while my parents were home. i know that sounds stupid, but i have my friends over every single weekend- we go in my basement and blast music (my parents never come downstairs). so what would be different this time? just a few shots…my parents would never know, plus my sister was driving us to this party so it wouldnt matter anyway… so me and a few of my girlfriends and guy friends started drinking in my basement. just as i thought we were gunna get away with it, as i sat in the car cheering in my head, my friend, emily started throwing up everywhere. my sister stopped the car…and took her into the 711 bathroom. emily threw up all over herself, and was practically passed out on the floor. my sister had no idea what to do so she called my mom (i knew i was in deep shit as soon as she told me she was calling her). but i didnt care- i knew emily had about 9 shots and she couldnt handle that much-shes very petite. when my mother came, she saw emily on the floor and called an ambulence. emily stayed the night at the hospital, and i stayed the night in my bedroom crying my eyes out. i knew things were gunna change with me and emily when i was trying to pick her up from off the 711 bathroom floor… i knew we wouldnt be taking our anual trip to fire island this summer, no more sleepovers, no more parties. Emily did this to herself, sure, but she wasnt alone. we were all in this together, we were all gunna take the heat for it. emily brought her own vodka to drink, which i told my parents, and her parents. this was denied by emily. when she was out of the hospital, she told her family it was me who gave everyone the vodka. my parents were, and still are mad to this day that she threw me under the bus that way. my mother told me she wont have liars in her house…so emily and i went from being best friends…to not being allowed to be best friends… all because of stupidity; not living up to your mistakes. my friends are all still friends with her, and it really hurts that i cant be apart of it. i try to talk to them about what happened…but they don’t like talking about it- what happened to sticking together? i faced all the consiquences on my own…apologized to my parents, emilys parents, a cop, and a few other parents, not to mention being harassed in school and on twitter,facebook,etc. my boyfriend wants me to talk to him about it…but he wasnt there, he wouldnt know just how bad the situation is. he knows i’m suicidal- i dont know if he’s actually taking it seriously, but ive told him. i feel like everyones so sick of the story, but i cant go a day without thinking about it..