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 My story is not meant to scare anybody but I hope it will change your mind about drugs and sex. I grew up with a single mother. My father was an alcoholic. He hit me, my brothers, and sisters. When I was 3 my parents got divorced. My mother tried her hardest to raise us but she couldn’t do it so, when I turned 14, I moved down south with my grandma. I hated the south. I started using marijuana and snorting cocaine when the weed got boring. The cocaine gave me so much energy and it made my think that my sex life so much better. I figured I would never get addicted. I was an A student before I started using but after 2 weeks I dropped out of school all together. When I was high the parties were fun, the sex was good but when I came down it was all clearer to me. I was an addict. I was so ugly my skin was dirty.my eyes were always bloodshot When I turned 16, I got pregnant by another addict. I didn’t even know I was pregnant until my 4 month so I continued to use. When I finally went to the clinic, I found out I was pregnant, that I was HIV positive and that I had herpies. When I told my boyfriend he was high. He hit me and said it wasn’t his. I told him he was the only one I slept with. He took me for a ride to a place full of trees. He left me in the middle of nowhere. I cried and yelled for help but no one came. I started walking. A car finally stopped and picked me up. I was so tired I must have fainted, when I woke up I found myself in the emergency room. They told me I had a really serious case of herpies and my HIV virus was turning into full-blown AIDS. I stayed in that hospital for 6 months. When I got out I was put in a drug rehabilitation program for addicted mothers. They never did find my boyfriend, he just disappeared. I had my baby girl. She was luckier than I was. She was born healthy. That is my story. |
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Hi my name is Tonya and I am 16 years old and
I have been through a whole lot. I have had sex, done drugs, and drank
alcohol. This story is not about me though. It is about my cousin, Cornilla.
Cornilla was not only my cousin, she was my best friend. When I ran away
from home I went to live with Cornilla and her mom. Me and Cornilla were
both pregnant at the time. Every Saturday night her and her mom would
stay up all night and get high. I never knew she had a crack
cocaine problem until she ran out of money, started sleeping all day,
letting herself go and just not caring. When my cousin found out she was
pregnant, I told her she had to stop. She'd stop for a little while but
she'd always start up again. When she had her baby, we could tell some
thing was wrong with him. 
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