All the cliques, the parties, and trying to fit in. I remember my best friend in high school. She died of a drug overdose my senior year only months before graduation.
My senior year started out fun. The first couple weeks of school were great, senioritis started to kick in and everybody was talking about where they would be next fall, prom, homecomings, spring break, and of course, graduation. No one ever thought our senior year would end the way it did: it ended horribly; it ended with an overdose and a suicide.
The first semester flew by so fast. Christmas came and went and second semester was already starting. I attended Oscoda High School. It's a little town north of Saginaw. Our town was one of those places were everybody knew everyone. Sounds fun, huh? Well, our cute little town was known for drugs. It was really bad not just with weed and beer, but cocaine and heroin, and it was really easy to get a hold of them, even for younger kids too.
Our group was never really bad into stuff like that. Of course, most high school kids try a lot of things. But we never really got into it. We went out to the normal parties, and did the normal (crazy) things seniors do. It had been shortly into February when on of our close friends, and my best friend, Sarah, started dating another one of our guy friends. He was older, but they made a great couple and they were together everyday. They never got into fights. But little did we know they were into cocaine and oxycottons. Oxycottons are a painkiller that gives you the affect of heroin, but it's a prescription given to cancer patients to cope with their pain. They were doing an extreme amount of "coke," then doing the Oxy's to go to sleep at night. We had a slight idea of what was going on, but never thought it would be as bad as it turned out to be.
One Friday night in March, I got a phone call from Sarah, asking me if I wanted to go up to Hubbard Lake (Hubbard Lake is half an hour north from Oscoda) with her and Ben to party.