Follow Sarah's experience

Sarah Billings, the wispy high school sophomore, has been feeling a strange prickle all the time since she left her home this morning, but at first she cannot tell what this unknown sensation is supposed to mean. Only when she sits down in the classroom next to her good friend Emma Evans, she suddenly remembers what she is missing. When she was at Emma's party a few weeks ago, she drank more than a few sips of wine for the first time in her life. In fact, it was only two glasses or something like that, but as an inexperienced drinker, the **** went straight to her head. And it is just this peculiar feeling that her body is longing for now! Nervously, she squirms around on her chair for the whole first lesson, waiting for the bell ro ring. When the time comes, she gives Emma a discreet wink to follow her to the toilet. The blonde girl complies her wish with a look of curiosity on her face. After making sure that they are indeed alone, Sarah asks her friend straightforwardly: "You're a drinker, aren't you?" - "Huh? What do you mean by that?" - "I mean, you are drinking **** on a regular basis, am I right? I bet you have already been drunk." - "What makes you think that now? Yes, I drink a little beer or wine from time to time ... and maybe I have been a little bit tipsy. But why is that of interest to you? I thought you were one of the innocent, nice girls." - "I don't know myself, Em. But I know that I would like to drink a little wine just now. Don't you think we should skip school and party today?" Emma laughs incredulously. "YOU are inviting ME to skip school and have a spontaneous party? I never dared to ask you because you were always so boringly honest." - "Oh, so I am boringly honest? Give me some booze and I will teach you otherwise! Do you have something to drink at home?" Emma begins to warm up to the thought of a girls day off. "Well, of course my parents have a wine cellar and a liquor cabinet. They are not at home and won't miss one bottle or two, I guess." - "Deal! Let's go to your place and have a little toast!" Sarah whispers in a conspiratorial tone. Full of expectation, the girls sneak out of the school building and race over to the parking lot. When they come past the teachers' area, Emma suddenly jerks to a stop. "Wait! What is that?" Looking closer, Sarah now also makes out the familiar blue Prius in the nearby scrubby hollow. "This is Mrs. Olsen's car", she whispers. "What on earth may have happened to her?" - "Let's see for ourselves!" Cautiously approaching the dented Toyota, the girls soon discover Betty Olsen's motionless form leaning in the driver's seat. "Oh my god!" Sarah exclaims. "Is she dead?" Emma steps even closer and bends down to the open window. "No, she is breathing", she assures her anxious friend. "If you ask me, she is only dead drunk!" - "Drunk?" Sarah asks in disbelief. "Of all people, Mrs. Olsen should have gotten drunk and crashed her car? You must be joking!" - "Well, it may sound strange, but her smell and the empty wine bottle on the floor speak volumes", Emma insists. "And look over there - isn't that a carton full of wine bottles? No, make that two!" - "Really?" Sarah's hidden craving for **** is reawakened at once. "Let me see!" Completely forgetting her **** teacher, the brunette sophomore opens the back door and helps herself to the nearest carton. "Quick, let's get away from here!" she commands and disappears into the bushes. Emma rapidly follows suit.