Follow Sarah's and Emma's experiences

Out of sight of the paved walkways, the girls settle down on a patch of soft grass and take two wine bottles from the stolen carton. Lacking a corkscrew, Emma opens them by pushing the cork into the inside. "You're a real pro!" Sarah marvels. Her blonde friend smiles maliciously. "People say this disturbs the taste, but I don't care about the taste as long as it gives me a decent buzz", she giggles. "You can say that again!" the petite brunette agrees. Clinking bottles, they drink a few gulps and wait eagerly for the effect of the ****. "Sweet and tasty", Sarah opines. "But I'm not feeling much yet. Let us have another sip." Several sips later, the girls feel mellow and elated. "A great stuff", Emma says in a commendatory tone. "Mrs. Olsen is a real connoisseur." - "A what?" Sarah giggles. "A connoisseur. Someone who knows a lot of wine", her friend explains. "I see. Well, I know that I like this wine a lot, although I'm a lil' light-headed now", Sarah admits. "But it's an awesome feelin', like you're floating or so." - "Come on, let's have another sip." Sip by sip, the girls empty their bottles, becoming more than tipsy in the process. "Lo-loog at that, Em", Sarah burps discreetly. "I finished my boll. Wish it had lassed a lil' longer." - "Shame for me", the blonde confirms with a befuddled grin. "Forshenally, there'sh a lod more where thish came from. Gimme the cardon." Reaching for the cardboard box, the dizzy Sarah accidentally pushes it from the tree stump which the girls are using as a table. Glass splinters as the carton crashes onto a hidden patch of bedrock. "Fugg it!" Sarah curses anything but ladylike. Emma steps over and assesses the damage, although her vision is beginning to trouble her. "Wadda piddy", she laments. "There'sh only one unbrogen boll lefd. Shus let'sh have an egal share, 'kay?" - "No, Em, I wan my own boll!" Sarah demands, swaying on unsteady feet. "There'sh anuffer cardon in Msh. Olshen's car. Le'sh go an' feshid." Reluctantly, Emma follows her brunette friend when she staggers back to the parking lot. As it is already around noon, more people are walking across the high school campus now. Emma hesitates and halts her steps. "Sharah, waid a shegond!" she hisses. But the drunken girl is so fixated on getting more **** that she abandons all caution. Just as she reaches Betty Olsen's dented car, a familiar figure appears behind her. It is Willard, one of the school's security guards. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" he inquires with a stern look on his face. Sarah's answer is far from convincing: "Hiii! I'm Sharah Billinsh fromme tenf grade. *hic* I'm trainin' to begome a wine connasher." Emma beats a hasty retreat as her friend is taken to the principal's office.