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I Was Only Fourteen.
Everything was blurry. There was a constant ringing in his ears. Back and
forth he swayed. His head was pounding like a thousand small hammers were
hitting his head continuously. All he heard was, “Chug, chug, chug, chug!”
One….two….three. There went one. Then the second, and the third, and the
fourth. There didn’t seem to be an end. He regretted ever taking a sip. What did
he do? He couldn’t change it now. He had to force the alcohol down his throat.
He wanted to stop, but he had no choice. Otherwise he’d feel a hundred punches
at him. It was too much. He couldn’t handle it. Finally, he fell. His head touching
the cold ground. He was grasping for air as his eyes started closing slower and
slower and slower. The last thing he saw was the bright light shining directly at
him. He let out his final sigh at age fourteen.
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In this set piece, I was trying to convey a theme/message by using the feelings of the character.