While I was athletic, and very strong, I wasn't pretty. And I knew it. If I didn't know it on my own, lots of people went out of their way to tell me....I never even tried to go after boys- I just didn't feel good enough about myself. My face was a little flawed, I suppose. And I was too muscular- girls weren't supposed to be muscular. Whatever.When I graduated high school, I got a job working as a waitress at a restaurant in Manhattan, and got a little studio walk up not too far from Central. Never did see much of the river walk; we were too busy exploring each other. Neither of us were virgins but we needed to see how we fit together and what we each liked. A good time was had by all.I went back to work and was lucky there was no traveling necessary for a couple of months. Then I had to make a trip to Oklahoma for six days and nights. When I got back home Marsha Ann tried to make up for lost time my first night back. The next morning at breakfast I asked her what she had done while. I walked across the centre until I reached the store where Andrew worked. I walked in and spotted Andrew folding up a pile of Fair Isle jumpers. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. I found this encouraging and it made me feel even more daring, I walked over to him and smiled. “Hey, how’s you?’’ I asked, my eyes ran over his body. His broad shoulders caused my lips to involuntarily pout my approval. Andrew had sleek black hair and intense blue eyes which he lowered as he drank in my outfit.. Something was not right. How come I had never seen that building before? When I reached my destination, an attendant gave me a glass with a clear liquid inside it. I thought it was a sprite, and took it inside with me.Inside the party was at its peak. Everyone danced as if they were drunk. The music was deafening. I took a sip from my glass. And instantly regretted it.It wasn’t sprite, it was alcohol. But It didn’t affect me as it did to other children. They were drunken dead. But I was.