Staying for the Miracle

My story began when I first got drunk at the age of 16 when I was a junior in high school. There were three of us girls and each of us had our boyfriends with us. At New Years, one of the guys had a car and some booze. I should have given it more thought, but as the first bottle went around, I guzzled it down in less than an hour. I was drunk out of my mind. I threw up, blacked out, and the rest of the night, the others wanted to throw me in a ditch out in the farming area of Brawley, Calif. The guys finally took my friend Rosalie and me to a local bunkhouse and threw us in bed.