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When I turn 15, I'll have a party and invite 

my closest friends.   While my family is 

elsewhere, my friends will offer me heroin.   At 

first I will decline, but then after peer pressure 

I'll give in.   After all, I want to fit in with my friends 

and I just think I'm having a good time.   I never expect 

what's coming and that my life, and all my friends lives, 

are about to change. 

At age 16, I'm officially a heroin addict, with my 

grades dropping from As and Bs to a D average.  

Two months into 12th grade I drop out of high 

school and spend my free time injecting and 

smoking heroin in my room.   I'm wasting all my 

extra money to buy heroin.   I've lost all my friends 

who are now graduating and applying to colleges.  

My parents no longer think I'm trying to succeed 

in life and now make me pay the rent if I want to 

continue living in my house.

I'm 18 now.   My parents have kicked me out of the house 

because I couldn't pay the rent.   I've resulted to theft, 

and so far, I haven't been caught.   I live on the streets and 

I will occasionally spend the night at an acquaintance's 

house.   I'm starving, and can't pay for food to feed myself, 

or anything at all, so my health is deteriorating.   Me 

becoming homeless has affected both my family and 

society.

My parents and relatives have sent me to 

rehab to recover.   Everyday I'm fighting the 

pain that comes with withdrawal, the bone 

aches and anxiety.   Doctors are saying that I'm 

making progress, but every step to a better life 

is harder at this point.    I thought to myself, "Is 

everything really going to be okay?   Will I make 

it?   And if I do, will I ever be the same again?"

It's been 10 years since I have last taken the 

drug and I've progressed greatly in my life.  

I've got my own house and family with a job as a 

guidance counselor.   I occasionally get cold 

sweats, but the majority of my symptoms are 

gone now.   I know I'm one of the few who have 

survived from this.   I've moved on from heroin and 

started a new chapter in my life.

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