Teen Web "Christmas" Diaries

 Happy Holidays,

 I'm really stoked, coz tonight I've invited my best buds to come with me to a boat party in  Huntington Harbour -- a totally cool place to live in north Huntington Beach.  My friend, Melissa, lives in this killer pad on the water and her 'rents are having this awesome gathering to watch the Christmas Boat Parade from their house.

    I'm meeting Vibe and her dude, Carlos, there -- I'm on my way to pick up High-Five and her new B.F.   411's sister is dropping her off on her way to a party.

    Here's the buzz on the Harbour -- it's a cozy enclave of expensive homes where everybody keeps their happs on the D.L.  Like, Melissa's 'rents and their buds drink 24/7/365,
'specially during the holidays -- her dad even looks like Santa with his big stomach.  But he's cool with his oldtime, funky black glasses.  And he lets Melissa do what she wants...

    Why does growing up mean  you have to make choices?  Like 'bout  using drugs -- so many kids in the Harbour use.  So, why shouldn't I try it?
    I mean, I wish I could stay a kid and not haveta to think 'bout that stuff.   It sure would make life eZier and  I wouldn't have to stress 'bout disappointing my 'rents.  They think I'm gonna do modeling shows and stuff, but what if I can't fit into the clothes?  I haveta to do something to lose weight.   If I disappoint myself  I can deal with that okay, but I can't let my parents down.  Maybe drugs can help me get thin.  Do think I should try it?    Anyway...

          It's time to party --  here come Vibe and Carlos!
 
       

   Like my Dad.  I can't believe these people think like he does!  Is that a kick or not?  Uh-oh, I'm feeling some disapproving action here as Eddie puts his arm around me.

            I think Eddie and I oughta bail...

 
I'm totally into this holiday happ.  This is my first big party on my own without my sister hanging 'round.  And I'm having a cool time listening to music and stuff, and tasting all the food.  I saw a coupla kids go upstairs to the lookout, and Suzy hinted they were smoking some weird stuff from Hawaii, but I'm not into it.  I'm more into just being here and looking at the prrretty lights and the boats and---

Uh,oh. Melissa's mom is checking me out all weird-like.  I gulp down the fancy crackers with black jelly and try to smile, but I nearly choke when she says,  "Your Mom's sending a friend to pick you up."  I'm wigging out, not understanding. "Your sister's in the hospital..." she's all saying, "something she took at a party..."

            I'm sketching!  My sister got some bad stuff...a bad go, I think they call it.  I know she's into X -- ecstasy, but I never thought it was dangerous or anything.  Oh, my God, she's ODing!  I shake my head, pretending I didn't hear right but I did. I'm so cold, so scared...my sister's got to be okay.  She's got to...
 
 

  It's Christmastime, a totally happening season, and would you believe, I've learned a lot about myself this year.  I've been so into thinking 'bout my "outside" self, that I didn't see what's really been going on around me.  Like, when I told Melissa's bud I didn't want to smoke that stuff, he said it was up to me.  Up to me!   Like, I never thought I had a choice but I do.   I decided to cut out of the party and take a walk on the beach to think things over, knowing I made the right decision not to use drugs.  A big, shiny, tinfoil star guides my way...but I know where I'm going.
All year long all I've done is try to figure out ways to get thin, so I can be part of the "wonderful people."  Well, I found out tonight at Melissa's that some of them aren't so wonderful.  I thought that Christmas was about celebrating ALL diff cultures.  I feel in my heart that's the only way to understand each other.  I am so not into dissing Melissa's 'rents--they were cool 'bout High-Five and her B.F., and I respect them for that.  I know now that not everybody can see past what's on the outside.  I hope someday they can...
 
  

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