My Fears

I have to wake up everyday and face my fears, which are my peers. They do whatever they please, because everyone says that these are the best years of our lives. They smoke the pot, They drink the beer, They have the sex, They have no fear. They have been pulled under, atleast that's what I hear. When they come to school after doing these things they brag and brag-it makes them cool, or so they think. Their brains are starting to rot, Their memories are starting to fade, Their being pulled each and every way, their parents think it's just a phase - A teenage thing that comes with age. A couple of their friends have stopped using, a few might have even died. None of this wakes them up, and maybe one night when their partying they decide to drink and drive - Now four people have died...The one that survived will always have to deal with it- that her and her friends not only killed themselves, but they also killed the woman in the other car, all because they were having some fun and decided to drink and drive.