Chapter 6

Sofia Adams - March, 2012

It was funny how everywhere I went I knew how to find my way around alcohol like no one else. I think my body sniffed the drink, like a super power. I was the Super Drunk.

Shit, I think it was already working.

I looked to the side and saw a very familiar blonde hair, apparently Anne was sniffing the smell of fun just so she could interrupt. She was Super Righteous.

“Kind of early to be drinking, don't you think?” Anne asked, sitting next to me at the bar.

“A little early for a lecture, don't you think?” I returned the compliment and then took another sip from my glass. Anne, as well-behaved as ever, ordered an orange juice.

“Soso, it's half past eleven in the morning, what are you doing?” she asked.

I sighed.

“I had a bad dream. This place brings back too many memories," I whispered, rubbing my arms. Saying the words out loud only made it more real.

After a minute of silence in which Anne looked intently at the welts on my skin, she spoke up.

“I understand,"