After the program ended and everybody was released to go to their third period, Madeline was stopped by a few students her age on her way to class.
"Madeline, right?" a short brunette said.
"Yes," Madeline responded.
"Awesome presentation."
"Thank you."
"After that," began the brunette's blonde friend, "I'm certainly not going to do any drugs in my present and future."
"That's good to hear."
Once the two girls have gone, another girl with black hair approached her.
"Hey, Madeline," she greeted. "Great show. You really have a way with words."
"Thank you," replied Madeline.
After that girl left, Madeline was approached by the smoking suspects, Bill, Aidan and Sheila.
"Nice program, Margaret," commented Bill.
"Yeah, that slideshow at the end really got to me," added Aidan.
"That's nice to hear," said Madeline. "And it's Madeline."
"Oh, sorry," said Bill.
"You know what?" inquired Aidan. "I've been lately getting sick of smoking pot. I'm going to do what truly makes me feel good, which is collecting seashells off the beach."
"Dude, can I collect shells with you?"
"Of course, Billy!"
The two boys hugged each other walked away with Sheila lingering by Madeline.
"Thank you," Sheila said, crossing her arms.
"Thank you," Madeline responded.
Sheila nodded and gave Madeline a tiny smile before walking away and catching up to her friends. Afterwards, Madeline's best friends caught up to her.
"Maddie!" started Lizzie. "Your program was fantastic."
"Yeah, it really touched me," commented Andrea.
"That's what I was going for," said Madeline.
"Your program made me not want to do any type of drug ever," admitted Skye.
"If I was abusing drugs before you did your presentation," started Andrea, "that would have made me stop for real. But good things I don't do drugs now; that would have worn out my skin. And I drink too much water for to be doing crack or smoking."
"You got that right, sister," Lizzie agreed.
"I'm so glad that the program really opened your eyes," said Madeline. "I've been always wanting to make a change. So to actually do that is dream come true for me. I just want help as many people as I can."
"That is so inspiring for you to say, Madeline," said Debra. "I've barely see you being so considerate to others."
"Well, I'm considerate and that's the truth."
"Oh, so you would donate half of your money to charity?" asked Skye.
"Let's not get carried away, shall we?"
"Either way, you've been getting so many supporters," remarked Debra. "We heard a bunch of people talking about how motivating you were when we were all leaving the auditorium."
"And we saw the students going up and talking to you," added Andrea.
"Yeah, you're on fire," said Lizzie.
"On fuego!"
"What does that mean?"
"It's so good to get a bunch of supporters who are willing to live a clean life," admitted Madeline. "I didn't expect so much positive feedback so this is life-changing for me."
"I guess that means you're a hero now," said Skye.
"Now I wouldn't say that."
"Well, you should say that. Think about all the people who go to this school who were smoking pot or doing heroin. You have possibly changed their lives with your words."
"Plus, you had some pretty gross pictures on that slideshow," Lizzie commented.
"I might have did change their lives, didn't I?" Madeline nodded. "That's so thrilling to realize."
"I wished I could host a program at this school," said Andrea, looking at her fingernails. "I would change many people's lives as well."
"Speaking about what? How to put on tanning lotion?"
Skye and Lizzie giggled.
"Hey, that is very significant to hundreds of people's lives," said Andrea.
"Yeah, if they want to look like a chocolate bar," replied Skye.
Madeline giggled.
"We really did love your program, Maddie," said Debra. "We really did. I would love to do something that you did one day. I was truly inspired."
"Thank you, Debbie," Madeline grinned. "Thank you, everyone."
"Just keep doing what you do, girl," said Andrea.
Madeline waved to a few girls who were waving to her as they walked by.
"And you're already a celebrity," said Lizzie after turning her head to look at the girls.
"Please, somebody called me Margaret today," replied Madeline. "But it's all worth it. I changed those teenagers' lives and many others. I wish to do more in the future."
"You go, girl," said Andrea.
"Yeah, you might become the president of the United States one day," said Debra.
"Well, let's not get carried away," said Skye.
The girls laughed as Madeline shook her head but playfully.
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Thursday, July 17, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Say No to Drugs (Chapter 4)
A few days later, Madeline heard back from Miss Groundswell about the program idea. She told Madeline that the school administration to agreed to make it happen, making her super excited. But Groundswell told her that the program can start a week later if the administration can find a professional public speaker to do the program.
A couple days after, Miss Groundswell met up with Madeline to tell her that the administration could not find an available public speaker to talk about the negative effects of drug abuse. However, Groundswell convinced the administration to have Madeline become the public speaker. Madeline asked why is she the speaker in confusion and Groundswell answered with that Madeline has loads of knowledge about the matter and that she's smart and experienced to be a speaker. As long as she was doing it once, Madeline took the offer, becoming the public speaker of the drugs program.
So one week after, all of the students in the tenth grade were announced to skip their second period class to come to the auditorium. They all sat in a organized way in the seats and talked amongst themselves to wait for the program to begin.
"I can't believe Madeline was chosen to be a public speaker for our classmen," Debra commented to her friends that she was sitting next to.
"I can't believe that we have blow off second period to be here," said Andrea. "Yes! No English test."
"I hope she's not nervous," Lizzie said.
"There is no way she could be nervous," responded Skye. "Maddie practically speaks her mind."
"That's impossible. If she spoke her mind, she would never stop talking. I know a lot of things run through my mind every second."
"Really?" Andrea replied.
Suddenly, the curtains started opening up.
"Shush!" Debra uttered. "The program is starting."
"I was shushed," Andrea retorted.
Madeline walked out onto the stage from the side with a microphone in her hand, dragging the wire behind herself. Until she reached the center of the stage, she started speaking into the microphone.
"Hello, fellow students," she declared. "My name is Madeline King."
"Hi, Maddie!" Lizzie hollered.
A teacher nearby shushed her.
"'Sup, girlfriend," Madeline responded. "I know it seems kind of strange that I am speaking in front of all of you. The students who know me know I'm a student and the students who don't know me know I'm a teenager."
A few people in the audience chuckled.
"There weren't any public speakers available to speak about the subject I'm here to explain. So I was chosen to be the speaker and trust me, there is an evidential reason for why I'm the speaker today. So please, here me out. The subject I'm here to talk about is drug abuse. I know that drug abuse in nonstop and it's everywhere. Even places outside of our country. And people of all ages are doing drugs like cocaine, meth, marijuana. And the people who do the drugs have many different reasons for it. It could be for idea conception, relaxation, refuge. Many reasons. I don't have proof that this is happening but there is a possible chance that some of you here are using drugs. Did you know that teens buying marijuana is just as easy as adults buying marijuana? And the teenagers who are doing marijuana believes that it's fun to smoke and gives you feeling that makes you feel good. And I know that we all want to feel good, but we do by exercising, dressing in our favorite clothes, watching a funny movie, anything. Please know that even if you don't do drugs, still listen because it is a serious matter. Question: who has seen Harold and Kumar?"
Half of the audience raised their hands, including Skye.
"What's Harold and Kumar?" asked Lizzie quietly.
"It's a movie," answered Skye.
"Is it about boys?"
"Yes!"
"I believe that people who have seen Harold and Kumar find it humorous," continued Madeline. "And it is noted that the two main characters smoked certain amounts of weed in that movie. But to just be clear, the movie is fictional. And none of those situations would happen to one if they were to drive to White Castle. But it is the emotional and mental situations that happen after you smoke marijuana. In addition, weed increases your heart rate, makes you less coordinated, causes you to be depressed and even makes you drowsy. Who plays sports?"
Half of the audience raised their hands.
"Well, if you were to smoke pot before attending a game, you would lose your skills immediately. You can't focus; you can't move; you can't win that championship. Ever wanted to be a champion? That could slip away if you let drugs get in your way. And let's not forget that if you are caught with cannabis, you will get arrested. Who desires to go to jail?"
None of the audience members raised their hands.
"Want to know a way to stay out of jail? Stay away from marijuana because that is the criminal who will put the victim in prison. And to think about it, smoking a joint of cannabis is like smoking a cigarette. It is no different. Ever seen the commercials about how smoking ruined ordinary people's lives? Think about all of those commercials that you have seen and add the word 'marijuana' next to the word 'smoking'. But don't just think about cannabis affecting your life; think about every drug in the world affecting your life. Question: who enjoys watching the TV show 'Glee'?"
A quarter of the audience raised their hands.
"And I bet you that some of you liked the character Finn, played by Cory Monteith. And it should be clear to everybody that who watches 'Glee' that Cory died from abusing drugs. How many of you were upset that Cory Monteith passed away?"
The same quarter of the audience raised their hands again.
"He was only 31. He would still be on 'Glee' today if he only thought about his life choices and never touched those drugs. Can everybody who knows well-known people shout out the ones who died from any type of drug?"
Almost every audience member, including the girls, hollered different celebrities who lost their lives to drugs:
"Whitney Houston."
"Amy Winehouse."
"Kurt Cobain."
"Hillel Slovak."
"Thank you," said Madeline. "There were many people who died to such a subject. And they were people that many enjoyed. And a lot of you have friends, maybe one or maybe more. Just think about how much they care about you. Why get sucked into a substance when you have people who cares about you enough to miss you when you're gone? That applies to the people who don't have friends because you have family who loves you and wants you around forever. But if you still feel alone, I'm here. I will be your friend."
As Madeline continued to go on with her program, she started to notice many students in the audience smiling at the warmth of her words as they started to learn that drug abuse is wrong no matter what.
A couple days after, Miss Groundswell met up with Madeline to tell her that the administration could not find an available public speaker to talk about the negative effects of drug abuse. However, Groundswell convinced the administration to have Madeline become the public speaker. Madeline asked why is she the speaker in confusion and Groundswell answered with that Madeline has loads of knowledge about the matter and that she's smart and experienced to be a speaker. As long as she was doing it once, Madeline took the offer, becoming the public speaker of the drugs program.
So one week after, all of the students in the tenth grade were announced to skip their second period class to come to the auditorium. They all sat in a organized way in the seats and talked amongst themselves to wait for the program to begin.
"I can't believe Madeline was chosen to be a public speaker for our classmen," Debra commented to her friends that she was sitting next to.
"I can't believe that we have blow off second period to be here," said Andrea. "Yes! No English test."
"I hope she's not nervous," Lizzie said.
"There is no way she could be nervous," responded Skye. "Maddie practically speaks her mind."
"That's impossible. If she spoke her mind, she would never stop talking. I know a lot of things run through my mind every second."
"Really?" Andrea replied.
Suddenly, the curtains started opening up.
"Shush!" Debra uttered. "The program is starting."
"I was shushed," Andrea retorted.
Madeline walked out onto the stage from the side with a microphone in her hand, dragging the wire behind herself. Until she reached the center of the stage, she started speaking into the microphone.
"Hello, fellow students," she declared. "My name is Madeline King."
"Hi, Maddie!" Lizzie hollered.
A teacher nearby shushed her.
"'Sup, girlfriend," Madeline responded. "I know it seems kind of strange that I am speaking in front of all of you. The students who know me know I'm a student and the students who don't know me know I'm a teenager."
A few people in the audience chuckled.
"There weren't any public speakers available to speak about the subject I'm here to explain. So I was chosen to be the speaker and trust me, there is an evidential reason for why I'm the speaker today. So please, here me out. The subject I'm here to talk about is drug abuse. I know that drug abuse in nonstop and it's everywhere. Even places outside of our country. And people of all ages are doing drugs like cocaine, meth, marijuana. And the people who do the drugs have many different reasons for it. It could be for idea conception, relaxation, refuge. Many reasons. I don't have proof that this is happening but there is a possible chance that some of you here are using drugs. Did you know that teens buying marijuana is just as easy as adults buying marijuana? And the teenagers who are doing marijuana believes that it's fun to smoke and gives you feeling that makes you feel good. And I know that we all want to feel good, but we do by exercising, dressing in our favorite clothes, watching a funny movie, anything. Please know that even if you don't do drugs, still listen because it is a serious matter. Question: who has seen Harold and Kumar?"
Half of the audience raised their hands, including Skye.
"What's Harold and Kumar?" asked Lizzie quietly.
"It's a movie," answered Skye.
"Is it about boys?"
"Yes!"
"I believe that people who have seen Harold and Kumar find it humorous," continued Madeline. "And it is noted that the two main characters smoked certain amounts of weed in that movie. But to just be clear, the movie is fictional. And none of those situations would happen to one if they were to drive to White Castle. But it is the emotional and mental situations that happen after you smoke marijuana. In addition, weed increases your heart rate, makes you less coordinated, causes you to be depressed and even makes you drowsy. Who plays sports?"
Half of the audience raised their hands.
"Well, if you were to smoke pot before attending a game, you would lose your skills immediately. You can't focus; you can't move; you can't win that championship. Ever wanted to be a champion? That could slip away if you let drugs get in your way. And let's not forget that if you are caught with cannabis, you will get arrested. Who desires to go to jail?"
None of the audience members raised their hands.
"Want to know a way to stay out of jail? Stay away from marijuana because that is the criminal who will put the victim in prison. And to think about it, smoking a joint of cannabis is like smoking a cigarette. It is no different. Ever seen the commercials about how smoking ruined ordinary people's lives? Think about all of those commercials that you have seen and add the word 'marijuana' next to the word 'smoking'. But don't just think about cannabis affecting your life; think about every drug in the world affecting your life. Question: who enjoys watching the TV show 'Glee'?"
A quarter of the audience raised their hands.
"And I bet you that some of you liked the character Finn, played by Cory Monteith. And it should be clear to everybody that who watches 'Glee' that Cory died from abusing drugs. How many of you were upset that Cory Monteith passed away?"
The same quarter of the audience raised their hands again.
"He was only 31. He would still be on 'Glee' today if he only thought about his life choices and never touched those drugs. Can everybody who knows well-known people shout out the ones who died from any type of drug?"
Almost every audience member, including the girls, hollered different celebrities who lost their lives to drugs:
"Whitney Houston."
"Amy Winehouse."
"Kurt Cobain."
"Hillel Slovak."
"Thank you," said Madeline. "There were many people who died to such a subject. And they were people that many enjoyed. And a lot of you have friends, maybe one or maybe more. Just think about how much they care about you. Why get sucked into a substance when you have people who cares about you enough to miss you when you're gone? That applies to the people who don't have friends because you have family who loves you and wants you around forever. But if you still feel alone, I'm here. I will be your friend."
As Madeline continued to go on with her program, she started to notice many students in the audience smiling at the warmth of her words as they started to learn that drug abuse is wrong no matter what.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Say No to Drugs (Chapter 3)
One day, in the debate club after school, which Madeline attended, the club leader, which was teacher Miss Groundswell, set up a club activity for all of the members. She came up with the topic of flag desecration for the students to debate and she picked Madeline and a foreign boy named Dean to discuss their sides. The two each stood behind wooden podiums in front of the class and spoke away with their ideas.
"I get flag desecration is wrong," started Dean, "but if it's not to our real flag, it's not hurting anyone."
"But flag desecration means that you're against America," said Madeline. "And America is such a great place."
"Yeah, but it's not a great place to others. People are still mad about the wars."
"But the wars were many years ago."
"Exactly, so let's focus on many years ago: there were many angry civilians who felt like they were not heard."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they should burn our flags."
"Actually, first amendment means that you are free to do whatever you want."
"But fire is dangerous. People would've gotten killed."
"I think people got killed anyway."
"Either way, our flag is important to us Americans."
"But our flag is a sheet of patterns that we can all just make again."
"Hey, my mother always told me that first is perfect."
"Well, my mom told me second is best."
"Anyhow, our original flag isn't hung up presently which is smart."
"But that doesn't mean that people can't burn the fake flags."
"Burning a fake flag is like burning the real flag."
"Because of the intention?"
"Yes! If a country wants us to respect them, they should respect us."
"But the countries that are actually burning our flags, are they respected?"
"Well, I don't know what kind of countries that would be."
"And if a bunch of people are feeling the same way, then that country is obviously not being respected. Boom! I just won the argument."
"However--"
"Ugh!"
Madeline turned her head and snared at Dean. "However, America is a loving country so we got to respect all countries. Burning our flag is like smoking marijuana. It's part of America but abusing it would be wrong. It can cause sudden changes that will affect your life negatively. That is why things like that are illegal. It's because it will scar our lives if we have to face it."
"If America is so loving, why are there white cops beating black people for a long period of time?"
"You're not even black, Dean."
"But I feel the same."
"I actually like Madeline's argument," admitted Miss Groundswell.
"Thank you, Miss Groundswell," smiled Madeline.
"Madeline's side gets a point but I also like your way of thinking, Dean."
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Dean cheered.
The two teenagers sat down in their seats to listen to the next debate.
When the club ended and most of the members left, Madeline decided to approach the teacher.
"Hi, Miss Groundswell," Madeline greeted.
"Oh, Madeline," Groundswell looked up. "I loved your debate."
"Thanks; I'm full of opinions."
"So what did you come up for?"
"You were a nominee for Teacher of the Year, right?"
"That is correct. Just a nominee."
"Yeah, that means that the higher rank of the school will listen to you, right?"
"If I got something smart to say, yes."
"I was wondering, can you take some ideas?"
"Ideas of what?"
"Well, I've watching television on teen drug abuse and it really got to me. So I was wondering, can you convince the people in charge of the school programs to set up a program on marijuana smoking?"
"Marijuana smoking?"
"It's an important issue."
"Um, I don't know. Our school doesn't usually do smoking programs."
"I know. I know a guy who graduated Laguna Beach High and attended it for four straight years so he's been to the programs. And we do the same ones in a four-year pattern. Listen, I know we've already done our cyber-bullying program this year, but would another one in the same year hurt?"
"I suppose not. But I'm not sure if the school administration will actually hear me out on that."
"Oh, please, Miss Groundswell. This school really needs extra information on drugs."
"Do you know any information about drugs?"
"Yes, lots. But I'm smarter than fifty percent of the school. And I'm not saying that pretentiously. My friends told me that. They're awesome."
"Well, I like the brain in the head of your shoulders."
"Nice phrase."
"So I am going to talk to the administration about your program idea."
"Really? Oh, thanks, Miss Groundswell! And believe me, you are making a great decision."
"Okay, then. Oh, and I filmed some videos of past debates in this club starting from 2006. You want to see some?"
"No."
Madeline turned and walked away as quickly as she could out the classroom.
"I get flag desecration is wrong," started Dean, "but if it's not to our real flag, it's not hurting anyone."
"But flag desecration means that you're against America," said Madeline. "And America is such a great place."
"Yeah, but it's not a great place to others. People are still mad about the wars."
"But the wars were many years ago."
"Exactly, so let's focus on many years ago: there were many angry civilians who felt like they were not heard."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they should burn our flags."
"Actually, first amendment means that you are free to do whatever you want."
"But fire is dangerous. People would've gotten killed."
"I think people got killed anyway."
"Either way, our flag is important to us Americans."
"But our flag is a sheet of patterns that we can all just make again."
"Hey, my mother always told me that first is perfect."
"Well, my mom told me second is best."
"Anyhow, our original flag isn't hung up presently which is smart."
"But that doesn't mean that people can't burn the fake flags."
"Burning a fake flag is like burning the real flag."
"Because of the intention?"
"Yes! If a country wants us to respect them, they should respect us."
"But the countries that are actually burning our flags, are they respected?"
"Well, I don't know what kind of countries that would be."
"And if a bunch of people are feeling the same way, then that country is obviously not being respected. Boom! I just won the argument."
"However--"
"Ugh!"
Madeline turned her head and snared at Dean. "However, America is a loving country so we got to respect all countries. Burning our flag is like smoking marijuana. It's part of America but abusing it would be wrong. It can cause sudden changes that will affect your life negatively. That is why things like that are illegal. It's because it will scar our lives if we have to face it."
"If America is so loving, why are there white cops beating black people for a long period of time?"
"You're not even black, Dean."
"But I feel the same."
"I actually like Madeline's argument," admitted Miss Groundswell.
"Thank you, Miss Groundswell," smiled Madeline.
"Madeline's side gets a point but I also like your way of thinking, Dean."
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Dean cheered.
The two teenagers sat down in their seats to listen to the next debate.
When the club ended and most of the members left, Madeline decided to approach the teacher.
"Hi, Miss Groundswell," Madeline greeted.
"Oh, Madeline," Groundswell looked up. "I loved your debate."
"Thanks; I'm full of opinions."
"So what did you come up for?"
"You were a nominee for Teacher of the Year, right?"
"That is correct. Just a nominee."
"Yeah, that means that the higher rank of the school will listen to you, right?"
"If I got something smart to say, yes."
"I was wondering, can you take some ideas?"
"Ideas of what?"
"Well, I've watching television on teen drug abuse and it really got to me. So I was wondering, can you convince the people in charge of the school programs to set up a program on marijuana smoking?"
"Marijuana smoking?"
"It's an important issue."
"Um, I don't know. Our school doesn't usually do smoking programs."
"I know. I know a guy who graduated Laguna Beach High and attended it for four straight years so he's been to the programs. And we do the same ones in a four-year pattern. Listen, I know we've already done our cyber-bullying program this year, but would another one in the same year hurt?"
"I suppose not. But I'm not sure if the school administration will actually hear me out on that."
"Oh, please, Miss Groundswell. This school really needs extra information on drugs."
"Do you know any information about drugs?"
"Yes, lots. But I'm smarter than fifty percent of the school. And I'm not saying that pretentiously. My friends told me that. They're awesome."
"Well, I like the brain in the head of your shoulders."
"Nice phrase."
"So I am going to talk to the administration about your program idea."
"Really? Oh, thanks, Miss Groundswell! And believe me, you are making a great decision."
"Okay, then. Oh, and I filmed some videos of past debates in this club starting from 2006. You want to see some?"
"No."
Madeline turned and walked away as quickly as she could out the classroom.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Say No to Drugs (Chapter 2)
Later that day, Madeline decided to not tell a teacher or a staff member that she witnessed three students smoking marijuana. She felt like she should do more than that. But to figure out what that would be, she need some help from her friends. So the next day, the girls met up at lunch at school just as usual.
"Can you girls smell me?" asked Lizzie.
The girls disagreed.
"Why?" asked Andrea. "Aren't you showering?"
"Of course I'm showering," said Lizzie. "I'm not a dog."
"But you do have dogs on your shirt," noted Skye.
Lizzie looked down at her shirt as if she forgot about it. "Either way. I'm sticking to my answer. I asked because I'm wearing a perfume that I haven't worn in four years. I think because of how old it is, the smell is wearing away."
"Don't you want to throw that out?" asked Madeline. "Old perfumes can mess with your skin."
"And sometimes the smell changes," added Andrea.
"Well, that sucks," responded Lizzie. "I was in the mood of smelling like pink grapefruit."
"Keep putting on that perfume and you'll be smelling like pink durian," said Skye.
"What's that?"
"A fruit that smells like feet."
"Gross."
"Yes, it is."
Madeline turned her head and tried to scan the whole cafeteria.
"Looking for something, Maddie?" asked Andrea.
Madeline turned her head back around. "Oh, nothing important. Actually something important. I'm seeing if there are any teachers around."
"Why?" asked Debra. "Did a teacher slap you?"
"No."
"I've heard that's happening in schools lately."
"Well, it didn't."
"Then why do you want to see if a teacher is around?" asked Lizzie.
"Well, I saw these teens smoking pot by the school."
Debra gasped.
"Smoking pot?" repeated Andrea.
"That's terrible," said Skye.
"Maybe they were cooking," Lizzie insisted.
Madeline squinted her eyes. "What?"
"You said you saw these teens with smoking pots. That just means they're cooking."
"Lord, tell me she isn't serious," Andrea said to herself.
"No, Dolly," Madeline shook her head. "I said I saw them 'smoking pot' meaning they were smoking drugs."
"Oh!" Lizzie came to realization. "That makes sense. Smoking pot? That's terrible."
"What did you do?" asked Skye. "Did the people see you?"
"Yes, they did," answered Madeline. "They kept smoking their drugs while I was talking to them."
"Talking to them?" said Andrea. "Why would you talk to them?"
"So they can understand the significance of not doing drugs."
"Mads', you're such a priss," Lizzie snickered.
"So what happened after you talked to them?" asked Skye.
"They were making jokes and sticking to their activity," replied Madeline.
"Don't you watch TV, Madeline?" asked Andrea. "Talking to potheads is like talking to a brick wall."
"How?" asked Lizzie. "Potheads don't talk?"
Andrea grew a blank expression on her face.
"Did you tell a teacher or the principal or something?" Skye asked.
Madeline sighed. "No."
"No? Why no?"
"Because my mother would always tell me, 'Snitches get stitches'."
"Remember the old saying, also, 'Potheads make potheads who get suspended'."
"Who says that?" asked Lizzie.
"Me. I just made that up."
"Guys, I want to tell," said Madeline, "but if they get in trouble, that's not going to stop them from smoking."
"Please, you probably got a whiff of the smoke and now you're hooked," said Skye.
"Skye, I would never do drugs if they were to save a life."
"That's weird that you said so," Debra said. "People always think that I'm on drugs. I think it's probably from how calm am I."
"I'm not going to lie, Debbie," started Andrea, "but when I met you, I thought you were baked."
"What should I do, girls?" asked Madeline.
"What you should do?" repeated Skye. "What are the students going to do? What if they get caught and drag you to the mud?"
"I'm not getting dragged into mud. I'm wearing silk. Plus, they don't know my name."
"But they've seen a picture," said Debra.
"Girls, those flight-on-wheels aren't going to get Maddie in trouble," said Andrea. "There are a million blue-eyed, blonde-haired girls who go to this school. Plus, you can't remember things correctly if you were high."
"That kind of makes sense," said Debra. "How do you know, Andrea?"
"I watch TV. And I go on the Internet. Also, I did a science project on marijuana."
"Did you get an A?" asked Madeline.
"No."
"What are 'flight-on-wheels'?" Lizzie asked.
"Another thing I made up. It's my way of saying, 'People who smoke pot'."
"Well, whatever you do, Maddie," started Skye, "I hope it's the right choice. But knowing that there are students smoking drugs beside the school can kind of escalade a little quicker than you wanted it to. And, hey, I don't want to get suspended because I've known as well just by hearing about it."
"I don't want to get suspended, either," said Debra.
"I promise, girls, I will figure out a way to make this all better," said Madeline, "and no one will get suspended."
"How 'bout expelled?" corrected Andrea. "I mean drugs are pretty serious."
"We're not doing drugs," said Lizzie.
"But it will sound like it."
"I know," said Madeline. "I just need to come up with a plan to make those people stop smoking and not get us all expelled."
"You should've kept it to yourself," said Skye, almost in a mumble. "Would've made our lives much better."
"Maddie, if you get me suspended or expelled," started Andrea, "I will skin you like a whale."
"People skin whales?" questioned Lizzie.
"Yeah, let's go with that."
"Can you girls smell me?" asked Lizzie.
The girls disagreed.
"Why?" asked Andrea. "Aren't you showering?"
"Of course I'm showering," said Lizzie. "I'm not a dog."
"But you do have dogs on your shirt," noted Skye.
Lizzie looked down at her shirt as if she forgot about it. "Either way. I'm sticking to my answer. I asked because I'm wearing a perfume that I haven't worn in four years. I think because of how old it is, the smell is wearing away."
"Don't you want to throw that out?" asked Madeline. "Old perfumes can mess with your skin."
"And sometimes the smell changes," added Andrea.
"Well, that sucks," responded Lizzie. "I was in the mood of smelling like pink grapefruit."
"Keep putting on that perfume and you'll be smelling like pink durian," said Skye.
"What's that?"
"A fruit that smells like feet."
"Gross."
"Yes, it is."
Madeline turned her head and tried to scan the whole cafeteria.
"Looking for something, Maddie?" asked Andrea.
Madeline turned her head back around. "Oh, nothing important. Actually something important. I'm seeing if there are any teachers around."
"Why?" asked Debra. "Did a teacher slap you?"
"No."
"I've heard that's happening in schools lately."
"Well, it didn't."
"Then why do you want to see if a teacher is around?" asked Lizzie.
"Well, I saw these teens smoking pot by the school."
Debra gasped.
"Smoking pot?" repeated Andrea.
"That's terrible," said Skye.
"Maybe they were cooking," Lizzie insisted.
Madeline squinted her eyes. "What?"
"You said you saw these teens with smoking pots. That just means they're cooking."
"Lord, tell me she isn't serious," Andrea said to herself.
"No, Dolly," Madeline shook her head. "I said I saw them 'smoking pot' meaning they were smoking drugs."
"Oh!" Lizzie came to realization. "That makes sense. Smoking pot? That's terrible."
"What did you do?" asked Skye. "Did the people see you?"
"Yes, they did," answered Madeline. "They kept smoking their drugs while I was talking to them."
"Talking to them?" said Andrea. "Why would you talk to them?"
"So they can understand the significance of not doing drugs."
"Mads', you're such a priss," Lizzie snickered.
"So what happened after you talked to them?" asked Skye.
"They were making jokes and sticking to their activity," replied Madeline.
"Don't you watch TV, Madeline?" asked Andrea. "Talking to potheads is like talking to a brick wall."
"How?" asked Lizzie. "Potheads don't talk?"
Andrea grew a blank expression on her face.
"Did you tell a teacher or the principal or something?" Skye asked.
Madeline sighed. "No."
"No? Why no?"
"Because my mother would always tell me, 'Snitches get stitches'."
"Remember the old saying, also, 'Potheads make potheads who get suspended'."
"Who says that?" asked Lizzie.
"Me. I just made that up."
"Guys, I want to tell," said Madeline, "but if they get in trouble, that's not going to stop them from smoking."
"Please, you probably got a whiff of the smoke and now you're hooked," said Skye.
"Skye, I would never do drugs if they were to save a life."
"That's weird that you said so," Debra said. "People always think that I'm on drugs. I think it's probably from how calm am I."
"I'm not going to lie, Debbie," started Andrea, "but when I met you, I thought you were baked."
"What should I do, girls?" asked Madeline.
"What you should do?" repeated Skye. "What are the students going to do? What if they get caught and drag you to the mud?"
"I'm not getting dragged into mud. I'm wearing silk. Plus, they don't know my name."
"But they've seen a picture," said Debra.
"Girls, those flight-on-wheels aren't going to get Maddie in trouble," said Andrea. "There are a million blue-eyed, blonde-haired girls who go to this school. Plus, you can't remember things correctly if you were high."
"That kind of makes sense," said Debra. "How do you know, Andrea?"
"I watch TV. And I go on the Internet. Also, I did a science project on marijuana."
"Did you get an A?" asked Madeline.
"No."
"What are 'flight-on-wheels'?" Lizzie asked.
"Another thing I made up. It's my way of saying, 'People who smoke pot'."
"Well, whatever you do, Maddie," started Skye, "I hope it's the right choice. But knowing that there are students smoking drugs beside the school can kind of escalade a little quicker than you wanted it to. And, hey, I don't want to get suspended because I've known as well just by hearing about it."
"I don't want to get suspended, either," said Debra.
"I promise, girls, I will figure out a way to make this all better," said Madeline, "and no one will get suspended."
"How 'bout expelled?" corrected Andrea. "I mean drugs are pretty serious."
"We're not doing drugs," said Lizzie.
"But it will sound like it."
"I know," said Madeline. "I just need to come up with a plan to make those people stop smoking and not get us all expelled."
"You should've kept it to yourself," said Skye, almost in a mumble. "Would've made our lives much better."
"Maddie, if you get me suspended or expelled," started Andrea, "I will skin you like a whale."
"People skin whales?" questioned Lizzie.
"Yeah, let's go with that."
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Say No to Drugs (Chapter 1)
"What time is the debate club?" Madeline asked but to a different friend, Chrissie, while walking outside as the school day ended.
"Three O'clock," Chrissie answered.
"It's two forty," said Madeline, looking at her golden watch. "Are you sure this is the quicker way?"
"Absolutely. See, the debate club is in 217, which is on the second floor. Most people exit the school on the first school. If you were to the club inside the school, it would take the average person ten minutes to get there. But from outside in the way we're going, it would take us less than five minutes to get there."
"Wow, that's smart of you, Chrissie."
"Of course it's smart of me. I'm a grade-A student."
"So am I."
"Oh, my God. Twinsies!"
"We're twinsies and we know it."
The girls giggled.
"So what do you think we're going to debate today?" asked Madeline.
"I have no idea. Maybe World War Three."
"World War Three?"
"Yeah."
"That hasn't happen yet."
"Duh! I know that. I mean that it would probably be a subject to discuss the possible results and causes."
"Oh, yeah. That makes sense."
"But it is possible that we could be discussing something fun, like headbands."
"Or jewelry."
"Or purses."
"Fendi!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.
They both giggled at the thought.
"Girl, why aren't we best friends?" insisted Madeline.
"Because I have my own best friends," Chrissie flipped her shiny, brown hair.
"True that, my sister. True that. I got my own as well. And I don't need anymore anyway."
"Good to hear."
"So are we almost there?"
"Yep. We're less than a minute away and we'll be the firsts in class like always."
"Like always," Madeline snapped her fingers.
"Do you smell that?"
"Smell what?"
"It's an awful, nauseous smell. Like-- like--"
The girls walked passed the corner of the side of school and turned their heads to the confusing smell. They both spotted three teenagers sitting on the grass by the wall, each holding skinny white rolls that were smoking across from the ends.
"Like pot?" Madeline took a knowing guess.
The three teens looked at the two girls. They were obviously high but didn't seem fazed by the girls seeing them.
"Hold your nose quick," said Chrissie. She pinched her nose as so did Madeline.
"What are you guys doing?" Madeline questioned in a nasal voice.
"Having a good time," answered one of the two boys from the teens.
"Man, they're high as a rocket-ship," said Chrissie in a nasal voice.
"Guys, don't you know that pot is illegal?" asked Madeline.
"I thought pot became legal," said the other boy.
"Who told you that?"
"Ronald Reagan."
The group of teenagers started snickering together.
"Isn't Ronald Reagan dead?" asked Chrissie.
"Yes, Chris," replied Madeline.
"Don't call me Chris. I don't like nicknames."
"You don't like nicknames or just that name?"
"Look, let's just ignore these potheads and go to the debate club before someone else does."
Madeline let go of her nose. "No, I'm not just going to leave. These people need my help and I'm not going to be an enabler."
"Why did you let go of your nose, Madeline?"
"I feel like the kids won't listen to me if my voice is nasal. I sound like Fran Drescher."
"Well, I'm going to be the first to get to debate club so I have to go. Plus, you don't even know these fools."
"Oh, let me introduce myself," said the boy. "I'm Bill. These are my friends, Aidan and Sheila."
"Well, now you know them."
Chrissie walked away to her destination while Madeline stayed and tried to approach the teens without getting into contact with the spread smoke.
"Guys, pot is not good," said Madeline. "It messes with your brain and makes you all goofy."
"Like the cartoon character!" responded Aidan.
"I met Goofy at Six Flags once," said Bill. "It was so freaky, man."
"High as rocket-ship indeed," Madeline said to herself. "Listen, you guys don't have to smoke weed."
"Why do you care, collared cupcake?" asked Sheila angrily. "You don't know us."
"Collared cupcake?" Madeline repeated to herself. "Look, I'm just trying to help."
"We don't need help from you. Our joints are helping us so why don't you hop away?"
"Man, Sheila is so hardcore," said Aidan.
"So hardcore," Bill agreed.
"Bill, Aidan, Sheila," Madeline remembered their names, "I don't think you understand the badness of marijuana."
"Hey, we can marry iguanas if we want," said Sheila, waving her joint around. "What are you gonna do? You gonna tell?"
"No, I will do something about it and think about what I'm going to do by tomorrow."
"Good luck doing that," said Bill. "Hey, you want to smoke with us?"
"No! I don't want your sticky-icky-icky!"
"Dude, is she speaking alien?" asked Aidan.
"Goodbye." Madeline walked away from the group to her destination.
"She speaks British, too?"
"No, Aidan," said Sheila. "'Goodbye' is a word."
"Since when?"
"Three O'clock," Chrissie answered.
"It's two forty," said Madeline, looking at her golden watch. "Are you sure this is the quicker way?"
"Absolutely. See, the debate club is in 217, which is on the second floor. Most people exit the school on the first school. If you were to the club inside the school, it would take the average person ten minutes to get there. But from outside in the way we're going, it would take us less than five minutes to get there."
"Wow, that's smart of you, Chrissie."
"Of course it's smart of me. I'm a grade-A student."
"So am I."
"Oh, my God. Twinsies!"
"We're twinsies and we know it."
The girls giggled.
"So what do you think we're going to debate today?" asked Madeline.
"I have no idea. Maybe World War Three."
"World War Three?"
"Yeah."
"That hasn't happen yet."
"Duh! I know that. I mean that it would probably be a subject to discuss the possible results and causes."
"Oh, yeah. That makes sense."
"But it is possible that we could be discussing something fun, like headbands."
"Or jewelry."
"Or purses."
"Fendi!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.
They both giggled at the thought.
"Girl, why aren't we best friends?" insisted Madeline.
"Because I have my own best friends," Chrissie flipped her shiny, brown hair.
"True that, my sister. True that. I got my own as well. And I don't need anymore anyway."
"Good to hear."
"So are we almost there?"
"Yep. We're less than a minute away and we'll be the firsts in class like always."
"Like always," Madeline snapped her fingers.
"Do you smell that?"
"Smell what?"
"It's an awful, nauseous smell. Like-- like--"
The girls walked passed the corner of the side of school and turned their heads to the confusing smell. They both spotted three teenagers sitting on the grass by the wall, each holding skinny white rolls that were smoking across from the ends.
"Like pot?" Madeline took a knowing guess.
The three teens looked at the two girls. They were obviously high but didn't seem fazed by the girls seeing them.
"Hold your nose quick," said Chrissie. She pinched her nose as so did Madeline.
"What are you guys doing?" Madeline questioned in a nasal voice.
"Having a good time," answered one of the two boys from the teens.
"Man, they're high as a rocket-ship," said Chrissie in a nasal voice.
"Guys, don't you know that pot is illegal?" asked Madeline.
"I thought pot became legal," said the other boy.
"Who told you that?"
"Ronald Reagan."
The group of teenagers started snickering together.
"Isn't Ronald Reagan dead?" asked Chrissie.
"Yes, Chris," replied Madeline.
"Don't call me Chris. I don't like nicknames."
"You don't like nicknames or just that name?"
"Look, let's just ignore these potheads and go to the debate club before someone else does."
Madeline let go of her nose. "No, I'm not just going to leave. These people need my help and I'm not going to be an enabler."
"Why did you let go of your nose, Madeline?"
"I feel like the kids won't listen to me if my voice is nasal. I sound like Fran Drescher."
"Well, I'm going to be the first to get to debate club so I have to go. Plus, you don't even know these fools."
"Oh, let me introduce myself," said the boy. "I'm Bill. These are my friends, Aidan and Sheila."
"Well, now you know them."
Chrissie walked away to her destination while Madeline stayed and tried to approach the teens without getting into contact with the spread smoke.
"Guys, pot is not good," said Madeline. "It messes with your brain and makes you all goofy."
"Like the cartoon character!" responded Aidan.
"I met Goofy at Six Flags once," said Bill. "It was so freaky, man."
"High as rocket-ship indeed," Madeline said to herself. "Listen, you guys don't have to smoke weed."
"Why do you care, collared cupcake?" asked Sheila angrily. "You don't know us."
"Collared cupcake?" Madeline repeated to herself. "Look, I'm just trying to help."
"We don't need help from you. Our joints are helping us so why don't you hop away?"
"Man, Sheila is so hardcore," said Aidan.
"So hardcore," Bill agreed.
"Bill, Aidan, Sheila," Madeline remembered their names, "I don't think you understand the badness of marijuana."
"Hey, we can marry iguanas if we want," said Sheila, waving her joint around. "What are you gonna do? You gonna tell?"
"No, I will do something about it and think about what I'm going to do by tomorrow."
"Good luck doing that," said Bill. "Hey, you want to smoke with us?"
"No! I don't want your sticky-icky-icky!"
"Dude, is she speaking alien?" asked Aidan.
"Goodbye." Madeline walked away from the group to her destination.
"She speaks British, too?"
"No, Aidan," said Sheila. "'Goodbye' is a word."
"Since when?"
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