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Age: 18
Gender: Female
Location: Mililani

Now, enrolling in classes for college, moving to the University of California Irvine, I look back at the turmoil that stripped my best friend from me. Meth.

Coming from a suburb, I was in a good family, a fantastic school, and well known. I had many friends, but one friend, was exceptional. She was extraordinary in my eyes, beautiful. We met in Kindergarten and were friends up until our first year in high school when I refused to skip school and get high with her. When she pressured another friend of mine, I pleaded to help this other friend. I knew the repercussions. This other friend thanked me and didn't go.

The next day, I got jumped right outside of my own home at the age of 15 by a girl that I called my friend because I tried to protect another from addiction. I was jumped by people that took my belongings and used it for narcotics and a lifestyle that I knew I didn't belong in.

Looking back, first, it took her parents. Her father first; cocaine, meth, weed. He lost so much weight that he was unrecognizable in public. Then, it was her mother in rehab. Her mother had to be released from the facility to watch her daughter graduate. After her parents, it was her older sister in college who had to watch her family be torn apart.

Then, meth happened to my best friend.I know the woman she could've been and the girl she was. For me, enrolling college now is difficult when she's being admitted into rehab at the age of 18.

Coming from a suburb, from a good family, a fantastic school, being well-known...this shows Meth can happen to anyone. It happened to me even if it wasn't in my blood, brain, or neurons.

It happened to my heart.

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