CØmpletely FictiØnal

Coke

The first time my dad gave me some Coke I knew I was hooked. I loved that rush I got from it and how bubbly it made me feel. I begged him for some Coke whenever I could. Some times he would give me some, while other times he just got really irritated. It was kinda scary going up to ask him, but kinda exciting too.

Then one day my dad had a heart-attack from his Coke. Mom and I found him lying in the living room, staring blankly at the ceiling, Coke all over his face. I was terrified.

I still wanted Coke.