I had been saving up for six months to get my own car, a 2004 dodge stratus. I was so happy at this point in time, I had just broke up with some boy I pretty much wasted three years on, I just got my first car, and I was finally starting to hang out with my friends again. One of my old best friends, Emily had moved to Toledo when we were thirteen to live with her dad, but came back to Findlay to live with her mom when she was fifteen. Her and I became inseparable, we hung out everyday the whole summer. I even got her a job at Jac n Dos with me. We always had the same two days off a week. On those two days we were always looking for things to do. That’s when I started hanging out with new people and starting to be rebellious. I was lying to my mom about what I was doing all the time, and I was smoking and drinking on the weekends. I was doing everything I shouldn’t have been doing. I can’t tell you how many times though I thought and knew I was right. I was going to do anything I wanted regardless of what anyone told me. Acting rebellious and doing whatever I wanted eventually caught up with