I said, "Aren't drugs addictive?" At this time, the classmate next to me said, "It's not addictive, it's okay." I thought it was fun, and I was a bit of a thrill seeker at the time. I looked at that little bit of powder, which was already something that was left over from someone else's play, though only a little. I don't believe it's addictive.

I took out a five-dollar bill, rolled it up, and put it in my nose, then poured the powder on the table and broke it into a strip. Let me hold down one nostril and suck it in hard. I looked at the powder on the table and sucked it into my nose.

There was a sound of soft music next to my ears, and someone asked me to shake my head up, and it would be very comfortable to shake my head and loosen it.

I don't remember much about what happened after that, I think drugs are nothing more than that.

Later, several times, at our junior high school reunions, we bought some K powder through some channels, a bag of K powder, a hundred yuan, about a gram weight. Everyone sings and drinks at KTV, and I am a person who is not very good at drinking. I can skillfully pour the fruit on the fruit plate, use hot boiling water to scald the plate, dry it with a paper towel after scalding, pour the powder on the plate, take out a bank card to grind, and break it into a piece for everyone to enjoy.

At first, I thought it was just drugs, and that's it, I didn't have the energy to smoke. But it wasn't until something happened that I completely dispelled that idea and vowed never to touch drugs again in my life.

Many people simply think that drugs are not good and that drugs are addictive. But I think there are only a handful of people who have witnessed the dangers of drugs. I haven't seen the scrawny drug addicts in the drug clinic. But I have a friend who has been exposed to horror because of drugs.

It was also a party, the KTV was already flashing with flashing lights, and more than a dozen of us men and women, all of whom were sucking fans, drove the train with both hands on the shoulders of a person in front of us in the KTV, shaking their heads. There is a classmate who drinks a lot of alcohol and smokes twice as much powder as us today, and he is the most powerful and crazy person among us.

He hugged the TV, constantly shaking his body and shaking his head, as if the world had nothing to do with him, or that the world was all his. But accidentally, he fell, I don't know how he fell, but he fell very loudly, maybe because he didn't grasp the screen, the whole person fell on the coffee table, and the wine bottle on the coffee table fell to the ground and made a screeching noise. At that time, my head was already spinning. I stopped when I heard the cacophony. In a trance, I saw one lying on the coffee table, and there was no response. I thought to myself: Oh no, something is going to happen.

The surprising scene came, the classmate who fell, like a nobody, patted his butt and continued to hold the TV and shake his head, everyone thought it was a false alarm, but I could no longer relax my emotions to shake. I don't know why, but when I saw that scene, I felt a little scary, and I didn't understand where the horror was. I sat on the couch and watched the men and women bouncing in their hearts. The wine is sober up for the most part.

I lit a cigarette and began to doubt my life, and the dangers of drug use came to my mind.

I think of my hair small, I think of my grandparents, my sister.

Is this really life? I asked myself. What exactly did I get?

Before I knew it, I was smoking cigarette butts, I was only in my teens, why do I have such a big craving, or should I ask myself, do I have a craving.

"The police are checking KTV. A man with the microphone suddenly shouted. At this time, some people gradually stopped moving, and the person holding the TV, even if there was no music, he was still shaking, like a robot.

When we heard that the police were investigating, our courage suddenly became smaller, and we were ready to leave, and the person holding the TV was carried away by several people, but I didn't carry it.

I've tried drugs a few times and I've seen firsthand how drugs can paralyze a person and make people inhuman, ghostly. I finally pulled back from the brink. Now that I think about it, I don't regret it, and I'm glad to have had such an experience, because I believe that I will never touch that devil again in my life because of curiosity and fun. But I hope that in this life, no one will touch that devil. Don't have such an experience, because the devil will hold the chain of soul hooking firmly in your heart before you know it.

Finally, I got through to my father's phone and said, "Dad, I'm coming home tomorrow." "My father on the other end of the phone was playing mahjong, and I heard the sound of mahjong. He said, "Okay, I'll come back tomorrow, and I'll sign you up." Originally, I wanted you to study medicine like my sister and find you a school, but since you have to go to talk about high school, then you can study hard for me when you go there. ”

I promise, I will study hard. I thought to myself. But I didn't dare to say this sentence because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do it.

Junior high school, it's over like this, it's worth mentioning, but it's not impressive. There was a time in junior high school, and my mother, who had been abroad for eight years, returned to China. Over the years she has been abroad, she has often called home and opened videos, but I won't answer the phone and watch videos again. Because I feel like she's just a stranger. Until the day she returned, my sister and I ran downstairs excitedly to help my mother carry her luggage. I also said that this mother may not be a real mother, a fake.

My sister and my mom once came to the school to look for me, and my classmates were stunned, saying that my mom was very similar to my sister, and that my mom was very young and beautiful. I was a little smug when I heard it, but naturally I wouldn't say that to my family. To be honest, I don't think my mother owes me anything, it's just my personality that makes me make love with a stranger, and I can't do it. And after I changed from the hope of the family to the scum of the family, my parents always praised my sister outside, and basically didn't mention me much, as long as they had a sister, it would be the same with or without me.

One day, my mother was washing the floor at home, and after washing, I was about to go out of my room to go to the bathroom. As a result, his feet slipped and he fell straight to the ground, hitting his head on the ground and spurting out of his nose. I fell and cried. I always feel that I may be here for the rest of my life. My mother was very anxious, so she called my father and asked him to drive me to the hospital quickly, but fortunately, after going to the hospital for a check-up, there was no problem, not even the medicine was prescribed, and I still don't understand where the blood spilled from the nasal cavity. But that time I was very impressed

It turned out that it was motherly love.