|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
My hand automatically landed on my forehead when I woke. I groaned and shut my eyes tight when my head started to ache.
Good heavens.
This must be the hangover everyone is talking about whenever you get drunk before you sleep!
Argh.
I run my fingers through my hair and slightly pulled it. The pain continued to assault my head in sync with the second-hand of the clock.
I sighed heavily as I think of what I did last night. Why did I even almost drown myself with liquor? I just celebrated my coming-of-age last month yet I drink like I was already a veteran!
My family’s wine and alcohol served at the party was not new to my taste. When my father was still alive, he allows me to have a sip of his finest invention and tell him my opinion about it. And la
