Hating life. Loving those around you. Missing those you love too much to keep for yourself. Wanting to find the people you can’t see. “Never forget.” I have told these things to many people before, but never have I done what I am about to do today. If you are reading this out of curiosity or because you have to, you most likely don’t know about last year. I was a freshman in highschool last year and my english teacher assigned us to write a fictional story like the one you are currently reading, except both of these are real. I chose to write about one of my closest friends: Levi. He decided to up and leave out of nowhere without any sign of where he went, only now Levi was taken from us by the drug-dealers he owed. I found out through my friend’s Instagram where he is and what’s been going on with him. Ever since he left, people have been saying that he’s been into drugs and going out partying and drinking under age and whatever sob stories they made up without getting all the facts. I have been snooping my friend’s IG for the past two months now and have come to a conclusion: Levi is in trouble. Not exactly the “You-did-something-bad-and-will-
be-punished-for-it” kind of trouble, but dangerous trouble, meaning “Someone-could-die” kind of trouble.