Mar.+13th+Free+write

Your choice. That’s all Jake heard all his life. It’s your choice you can become whatever you want grow up. As long as you apply yourself and make the right decisions. Jake didn’t make the right decisions. He’s smoked pot since seventh grade, and drank himself to near coma every night of eighth grade. He didn’t drink by himself though. He normally drank with most of the eighth grade class. And he’d smoke pot with his buddies in tenth grade. Then he grew up and tolerance for marijuana followed him. Jake needed something more, even the biggest blunt he could roll didn’t satisfy his need for the high. That’s when the gateway opened wide and he found cocaine. At first Jake only wanted to try it see what would happen, but dependence gripped him like a fire engulfing a gas station. In tenth grade, Jake’s sophomore year, he was snorting coke before school then shooting up heroin in the boy’s bathroom, finishing the day up with a bottle of vodka. Jake lived his life and made his choices. He decisions followed him to his grave when he was a senior and crashed his car into a tree. Jake flew through the window and split his skull open when he hit a large rock jutting from the ground. While he flew through the air he realized one thing. It was his choice. Everything that happened was linked to another event. Until his choices ultimately caught up with him and he choose to drive drunkenly into a tree and he choose to snort coke, and choose to make the choice between happiness and hard work. Now Jakes dead. No one remembers him. No one ever will