Some may call it a disease, others may say it is just weakness, but one thing that everyone agrees on is that alcoholism causes inner and outer conflicts throughout life. Alcoholism causes depression in some cases, and rage in others. In my case it was both. It created a war between my parents, brother and sister that continued for over a year. It was at a time when new people were entering my life, many of whom did not stay for long.
             It had all started in eighth grade. I was in a school named "Holdrum Middle School." Everyone in the school was either a bookworm or an outcast, and people of like tendencies always seemed to stick together. I was an outcast, not really familiar with the way life was run, always joking around in class and never doing any work what so ever. Within the outcasts, I was the outcast. The public high school kids had always come back to the middle school to harass the younger kids, and I was the one to always be picked on. I never had it easy with the other peers in school, but having the older group of kids messing around with me didn't make things easier. I had friends, but what kind of friends where they? They were never around when their help was most needed. Near the end of year, I had fallen into a new group of friends, ones who in my circumstances where much better. My new friends consisted of two girls and one boy, all of whom were good students and good looking. Nick was from the north side of River Vale, the town I lived in. He came from a strong household with good parents and lots of money. Annie was also from the northern side of the town but wasn't as wealthy. Annie was a beautiful girl and she was also very quiet. We began hanging out everyday and night roaming the town with nothing to do. Then one evening --on a Friday night-the three of us decided to go over Alexis' house. Alexis came from a broken family. Her parents were still together like most...