Vanessa Goes Ahead with Her Plan

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Vanessa grabs a can and rushes back to her room. No one is going to notice if one is missing. She opens the can and chugs it down, because it tastes gross, like warm spit. It’s hard to believe anyone drinks this stuff for the taste. She lies down on her bed and waits. Sure enough, she’s feeling woozy and relaxed before long, and turns on the latest Future mixtape, cranking it up loud. On an impulse, she texts Mariah. 

-- I am so turnt right now! Beer nom nom. 

A minute later, the three “reply” dots appear, but nothing else for what seems like forever.

-- YOLO, v. personally i found a better way. Gotta go.     

Vanessa drops the phone, discouraged. Mariah is with some new guy, and here she is in her room alone. Lame! 

Rather than think more about this sad situation and everything else about her stupid life, she mentally wanders down the stairs to the bottle of tequila on the refrigerator. Another option! No one will notice if she takes a little sip.

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