The one day I regret most is Valentine's Day, 1999. This is the day that I was weak to peer pressure, which resulted in a horrible tragedy. As a result of my giving in, I destroyed an eight year long friendship with the guy I called my best friend. His name was Johnathan.
             It was Valentine's Day, and there was a huge party that night, in which a lot of people were going to attend, including all my friends and me. I decided to leave my house around six o' clock, and take several friends with me, including Gloria, my best friend's girlfriend for two years. The reason I was taking her was because Johnathan told me, "can you take Gloria with you to the party tonight because I don't get off work until nine, and then I'll just meet you guys there." There was no reason for him not to trust us because we were good friends.
             I left my house and arrived at Gloria's house to pick her up. As Gloria came walking up to my car, I can remember her wearing a beautiful, short red dress, that fit her gorgeously structured body perfectly. I didn't mean to stare, but I couldn't help it because she looked magnificent. That didn't matter though, because I respected her and Johnathan, and knew that nothing would ever happen between us.
             We finally got to the party around seven, and it was already crowded. There was no parking for three blocks all around the house. The music was so loud that you could feel the bass beating against your body up to a block away. There were fifteen kegs of beer and tons of liquor, but Gloria and I agreed not to drink until at least Johnathan got there. Gloria and I ended up just talking with each other because we couldn't find the rest of our friends. Everything was fine until around eight o' clock, when we met up with a group of about ten of our friends from school. It was obvious that they had all been drinking because they we
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