It’s so embarrassing, but I have always been such a goody two-shoes. I repeatedly received Citizen of the Month awards throughout elementary school, I only ditched class once in high school, and only missed on class in college because I was sick. I’ve never shoplifted. I’ve never had a meltdown that resulted in a shaved head. I’ve never even twerked (but that’s really because my tush can’t move like that). I also never got into drugs— and for that, I have to credit Francine Pascal, the author of the Sweet Valley High books.
It was book #40. Regina Morrow was devastated by a break-up and started to hang around with the wrong crowd. She went to a party and did coke for the first time. And guess what happened? She died of an overdose. That’s right … she DIED!
I DON’T WANT TO DIE!
So, you know, I say no to drugs.
And that’s why I don’t feel like a hypocrite when I tell all of you to say not to “drug.” It is not the past tense of “drag.” “Dragged” is the past tense of “drag.”
Stay away from "drug"!