Drinking and Driving

Good morning and welcome to Sunday Book Blogs. All month, we’re focusing on teens and the trials they face as they move toward being adults. Today, it’s all about underage drinking.

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It’s the time of year when graduation is happening. Teens everywhere are celebrating finishing high school. Some are looking forward to college while others are searching for jobs. They all have one thing in common… they want to celebrate being an adult. Too many go to summer parties where there is alcohol in copious amounts. They’re young. They’re adults now. None care the laws still dictate they can’t drink until they’re twenty-one, nor do they think about the consequences of driving after drinking or getting into a car with a drunk driver.
Blurb
Carla got in a car with a drunk driver. Two other friends in that car were also drunk. She put on her seatbelt. They didn’t. The wreck on their way home left her the lone survivor. Even with a horrific injury, her memory won’t let her forget anything.


Excerpt
I turned down the beer. They didn’t. I ignored the scornful comments. They laughed. I buckled my seatbelt. They laughed louder and refused to use theirs.
“Get real, Carla,” Janie had shouted. “We’re teens. Nothing can hurt us.”
Her scornful words ripped through me now. Janie wasn’t around to tell me that I had been right and she’d been wrong. I wished she was. I wished the guys were with us too. Anything to stop the horrible feelings churning inside me.
They were my friends. Things like this don’t happen to friends.
Don’t they? Didn’t Daddy talk to me about drunk drivers? Didn’t he tell me never to get in a car with one? Oh, Daddy, I’m so sorry.
I stood in the middle of the road, shivering from what I just experienced. A warm wind blasted past my face. Leaves swirled around, part of one settling on my nose. There was no energy left in me to move that leaf. Another blast of wind takes away the bit of greenery. I watched it dance and sway before it dipped below the edge of a cliff.
I stared at the car, at where it finally stopped. From all appearances, no one could have escaped that vehicle without help.
How did I get out?





About K.C. Sprayberry
Living a dream she’s had since she first discovered the magic of books. K.C. Sprayberry traveled the U.S. and Europe before finally settling in the mountains of Northwest Georgia. She’s been married to her soulmate for nearly a quarter of a century and they enjoy spoiling their grandchildren along with many other activities.
A multi-genre author, K.C. Sprayberry is always on the hunt for new stories. Inspiration strikes at the weirdest times and drives her to grab notebook and pen to jot down her ideas. Those close to her swear nothing or no one is safe if she’s smiling gently in a corner and watching those in the same room interact. Her observations have often given her ideas for her next story, set not only in the South but wherever the characters demand they settle.

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