Have you ever had a person in your life, that if you lost them it would be just as hard as losing a limb? I’m Julia, and I am 15 years old.
I spent 12 years of my life with this boy as my best friend. We faced every challenge of growing up together, and no matter what happened in our lives it never broke our bond. We both got into the same high school and it changed everything.
I guess all of the pressures around him got to him, because he decided to join “the bad kids” because they made smoking look cool. He decided that hanging out at the park and lighting up’ was more important than seeing his “best friend” – someone that was practically his sister for twelve years, someone that listened to him for years about how stupid drugs were and how they would never affect him. Not only is he hurting his lungs, he’s hurting his grades because he’s too buy smoking, hurting his family because they’re always fighting about his whereabouts, and the one person who always cared about him… me. Now smoking isn’t just enough for him, he added all sorts of drugs to his list—like marijuana and crack!
For me this blog is venting, telling someone a story that maybe doesn’t care if they’re hurting themselves, but they’re hurting everyone that cares about them.
- Julia, Allston-Brighton