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Teenager crisis 2

"Its your turn dude" Aryan screamed. Aryan had done it ,he had poured the rum in his throat in one shot. It was a competition between aryan and rishab. Aryan used to drink consistently and rishab was a part time drinking guy that too just one or twice peg of whisky. Rishab was ready for this new adventure of hitting the rum in one shot. He held the glass tight, took a deep breath and he did it.
"thats great rishab" aryan said
Thier excitment was at peak it only came down qhen they were holding their eight peg of rum. They had lost their control,their breath was running fast.
     Next day when aryan opened his eyes he found himself in his bedroom. His head was heavy and he was unable to decide anything, whether he should go to bathroom And wash his face or he should fall back to sleep for some more time. Before he could think about anything else he was sleeping again. He woke up only  when he found his dad screaming "wake up aryan".
  He slowly opened his eyes to see four people standing around him. .  His dad,mom and two others in police uniform. He was shocked and jumped of his bed, before he could speak his dad slapped him. .   He was back in his senses, with his confused expression he saw the police.
"your friend rishab died last night"police officer said.
Aryan was shocked and he started recollecting last night memories. But he could remember that they were high on rum,he was driving the car, he dropped rishab home and he slept for rest of the night in his bedroom
"how. . . I mean, how did it happen?" aryan questioned
" His dead body was found in middle of the road, in front of his house, he was hit by a truck while he was crossing the road" police officer said
It was shocking for aryan. Just when he accelerated his car he had heard the brakes crashing the roads, but he was so high on alcohol he cease to notice it.
He cried, he was angry and was equally shocked. It was hard fir him to face anyone, he was in a guilt, there were excuses he could give but his mind didnot allow.
. . . . . He missed rishab

                               by raviraj mishra


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