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8 December 2004: Rehab, Relapse, Conversion

Posted by Christina on March 1, 2009

In my second year of college I had finally started taking Literary Journalism classes. This is one of the first finals I had to hand in and while it’s a bit shaky in terms of sentence structure, thought placement and word usage, it was the shot I finally had to delve into New Journalism. I took it by the reigns and made the piece mine. I would hone my skills throughout the years and delivery some exceptionally solid work in the near future.

I interviewed my cousin’s best friend for this story, as I felt her life had exceptional twists and turns and she was a pretty exceptional human being. I had the freedom to make it as long as I wanted (almost) without the restriction of inches like at the New U.

rainbowRehab, Relapse, Conversion

If just being in the social destitute and desolation of Las Vegas isn’t frustrating enough for an 8-year-old, the last thing she really needs in life at that moment is for her last resort quarter to get stuck in the casino arcade slot at 3:00 a.m. All the other “casino kids” have already dragged their parents home by this hour, leaving Megan with a few more hours of nighttime nightlife to burn before her parents come to claim her. The most entertaining of the bell desk workers have already gone home and there are no more 15-year-old couples making out to take pictures of for fun. Now, having watched her trump card of a quarter become jammed in the wedge of a tiny, back-lit slot that reads, “25¢” Megan is almost dumbfounded with her bad luck. Violently kicking and screaming obscenities at the machine now, she’s been spotted over the security cameras. The guards, who had befriended her earlier, rush over quickly to reprimand her for her actions.

“Hey! Stop that! We’ll put you out of here if you don’t stop! Stop kicking that machine!”

Suddenly stopping, so as not to undermine authority in such a foreign place, Megan realizes she was kicking at a piece of machinery, and not at her parents. Sad, lonely and most importantly, delirious, Megan had taken her anger with her parents’ move to Las Vegas to a different level. She was now figuratively seeing them with more anger than ever before.

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