Waking up in a hospital bed is not what anyone wants to do. Still feeling the drugs that the doctor gave me the night before, I was drowsy. Friends, family, and a nurse were the only people in my direct vision. My hearing still sounded muffled for the first ten minutes or so. Everyone kept asking me "How do you feel?" My arm was in a hot sweaty cast that was strapped to me in three places and was not very comfortable. One strap was to my stomach, the other two were strapped to my shoulder and chest. Glass was in my face and dried blood was all over me and my clothes. One big piece of glass still remained stuck in the bridge of my noise. The doctors were wondering how my neck did not snap and how I was still alive.
             The previous day a friend from the new school I just recently enrolled in wanted me to go to his house after school. This was supposed to be just like every other day but it did not end up like that. What no one told me about this guy was that he loved trouble.
             We went out that afternoon doing what any normal teenage boy would do. Bo (my friend) liked to show off a lot just to get attention, especially from girls. We spent most of the day over at one girl's house until it got dark. Her parents finally told us we had to go because it was time for her to eat.
             Bo turned out to be a very destructive person and finding this out was not too hard. As we were walking back to his house, Bo decided to destroy and vandalize this newly built house. He looked at me like I was supposed to help him. This is where peer pressure was a big issue in my life.
             Night time rolled around and Bo's mom still had not arrived home yet. My parents would go nuts and would ground me for life, if I did not call or show up soon. Bo lived with his mom and grandfather, on an old farm; all they had to drive was his mom's car and his grandfather's run down old truck. There was no sense of walking...