It's been a few days, and I've been trying to walk with a prosthetic leg. Even though it only has two toes, I guess it will work. I actually was invited to a party, and for once in my life, I plan on going. But first, for some reason, the age limit for a fox to get their driving license is 14, so I have to pass my driving test, because probably no one will take me to the party.
A few days later
I actually got it, and it is tonight, so I am renting a car so I can get there. As I'm driving there, I see that the houses around here are progressively getting worse, but I currently don't care. Once I get there, I realize that there's a bunch of others here, basically filling up the yard too. The moment I go inside, I see people doing drugs, smoking, and drinking, and I decide to leave, but before I can, someone says "Sit down and come drink." I nervously sit, not thinking it through, and someone, obviously drunk, forces me to drink. I feel my senses dull, and I slowly quit trying to make them stop, sort of liking the taste.
Unknown amount of hours later
Having alcohol in my system, I try to drive back home, but carefully. I feel a weird bite mark in my neck, a bit of blood dripping out, but I don't care. A police car pulls next to me, and I hope they don't notice that I'm drunk. They, for some reason, don't, and I arrive back home and go to bed. I can't remember how long I was there, or how many drinks I had, but all I know, I feel like I'm about to pass out.
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Goldwave
Teen FictionThis story takes place in a alternate universe, where domestic mammals and some reptiles walk on two legs like us, and is taken from a view of a discolored fox named Duskrose Goldwave Silverstone...