Anti Drug Essay

(i realise this blog is half dead, so i'd like to share my anti-drug essay with all of you. maybe later i'll put my Mid Term Break up too =D)

The consequences of drug abuse were more serious than she thought. Her moment of folly cost her the most precious thing of all…her life…

Sara and I were inseparable friends and model students. Popular with our classmates, well-liked by teachers, we excelled academically. We were also short distance sprinters who frequently represented the school in competitions. Straight A students and track stars, we had it all.

However, all this changed when we entered Secondary 2. With the secondary 3 module selection looming ahead, our teachers urged us to study hard. Being top students, Sara and I faced an exceptional amount of pressure to excel in our studies. Sensitive and vulnerable, Sara began to crumble under the pressure. Many a time, she would doze off in class or skip training on the grounds of being too tired.

At first, I thought little of her strange behaviour. After all, we were all stressed out, weren’t we? But Sara’s condition continued to deteriorate. Soon, her svelte frame became skeletal and her gaunt cheek bones began to strain against her sallow skin. I knew something was amiss.

I decided to visit Sara in her sprawling bungalow. Upon arrival, I was directed to her bedroom by Sara’s maid. At the top of the winding marble staircase, I pushed open the bedroom door. I was appalled by the sight that greeted my eyes.

Sprawled on the bed was Sara. In her bony hands was a brown paper bag which emitted noxious fumes. Sara was taking a long drag from the bag.

“Sara! What’s that? Give it here!” I made a grab for the bag but Sara whisked it from reach just as my fingertips brushed the damp brown paper. Thrown off balance, my feet stumbled over a lump of patchwork quilt. A rather solid lump of quilt. I flung back the fabric, revealing tins of glue.

The truth hit me like a slap in the face. The reason behind Sara’s weight loss, her fatigue, her listlessness….glue sniffing! “SARA! How could you do this?! After all the anti-drug campaigns we’ve been through ?” Sara glared defiantly. Taking another drag, she closed her bloodshot eyes, her brows furrowing in suppressed rage. “Shut up Elaine! You don’t understand anything!” “What’s to understand? You’re ruining your future!” Sara had had enough. Hurling a pillow at me with surprising strength, she snarled, “Get out! Get out! Don’t ever speak to me again! And don’t you DARE breathe a word of this to ANYONE!” I raced out, tears blurring my vision.

Sara was absent from school the next day. And the next. And the next. Our classmates tried to contact her but to no avail. After a week, a somber principal relayed the distressing news to our class. Sara was dead from an inhalant overdose. Her close friends and team mates were requested to be present at her funeral.

At the funeral, surrounded by Sara’s mourners, I feel an unsurpassable grief. Sara was just another victim to drug abuse. Staring at her pale, emaciated body lying amidst the white chrysanthemums, i am struck by the fact that Sara is only one of many who succumbed to drug abuse. I wipe my eyes. Sara's passing will not go in vain. i will make sure that her death will serve as a warning to other teens against the evils of drug abuse.

By sharing Sara's story, i hope i have done that.