She was about twelve. Smoking. Smuggling alcohol. Covered in felt-tip pen ink where she and her friends had been stamping each other's faces green and purple.

We saw her carried out halfway through.

I'm not the preachy kind of edge - I used to drink on occasion, albeit very rarely - but I'm not into substances or being drunk just because I don't like it or feel drawn to it.

It worries me to see people I like and respect, and believe to be smart enough to know better, potentially damaging their health.