Dancing with Molly - Lena Horowitz Page 0,16

but Jess grabbed me by the arm and said, Chill out. I asked if that was cocaine, and the look on my face must’ve been so horrified that Jess just completely cracked up and Kelly started giggling too, but she didn’t look up from what she was doing. I watched as Kelly used a tiny dropper to pull a liquid from a little bottle, then squeeze the droplets into a small dish that held a dab of the powder from the bag.

As she worked, Kelly said, Don’t be silly. This isn’t cocaine. This is molly.

I asked Jess what the hell molly was. Jess said it was pure MDMA. Then Kelly explained. She said, You know how when we rolled the first time, you ground your teeth and we jumped around a lot? I nodded, and she explained that was a result of the MDMA being combined with another substance like speed or caffeine pills or other stuff before it was pressed into the pill. She said ecstasy was always a different trip depending on what the MDMA was cut with.

Kelly held up the baggie full of powder with a smile. She said that this was pure. Then she apologized. She said her brother would kill her if he knew that she had lifted his testing equipment and he was home all weekend writing final papers and studying so she wanted to get it out of the house. Kyle always wanted to either test the drugs she got himself or be present while she did them. He’s very protective. So, Kelly went into his phone and called his contact and bought her own.

Jess was very pleased with herself. She said, And THIS is how we’re getting into the party at Derrick’s. Your little sister was a total twat about that.

Of course, this made me totally crack up, because Ashley had been so snobby about the party. Then I asked when they were planning to do this molly stuff. Kelly said, You just call it molly. And I’m doing some tomorrow night at the after party. She and Jess had a conversation about whether they could get away with doing it at prom, but they decided to try it first at the after party because it seemed stupid to risk it on school premises.

I wholeheartedly agreed.

I feel weird about it though. On one hand, I’m really excited to try the pure stuff. If it’s just the feel-good parts and not all the crap that made my jaw clench and caused my stomach to feel a little upset, that’ll be amazing. But then on the other hand, this means I’ll have done some form of MDMA for three weeks in a ROW. I’m going to go on that forum I found and look up the side effects of doing too much. I don’t want to take ice cream scoops out of my brain or anything. Also, doing it at that party of all the popular kids with my sister present seems risky to say the least. I think I’ll probably sit this one out.

Saturday, May 10

So, apparently it’s not enough that I’m going to prom as a third wheel tonight. My mother has decided that I have to be tortured this morning as well. I have twenty minutes before the Mother-Daughter Day of Beauty begins. Usually she’s out playing tennis on Saturday mornings, but today I was awakened by the sound of voices downstairs in the kitchen, and the smell of bacon. Dad was up making French toast, and Mom was standing there with a big mug of coffee, grinning ear to ear as she announced to me and Ash that she had a surprise for us. Namely, I’m being dragged out for facials, manis, and pedis at a local spa, then hair and makeup at a salon.

Ashley did a great deal of squealing. A. Great. Deal.

I know this probably sounds like I’m a whiny, ungrateful brat, but I just cannot express in words how much I do not want to be the ugly duckling on this little spa makeover day. I just know that Ash will wind up looking like a contestant in the Miss America Pageant and I’ll end up looking like a band nerd with too much eyeliner.

After we ate, Mom and Ashley went running upstairs to “get ready.” Would someone please explain to me how one might “get ready” to go to a spa and a salon where stylists will be paid to get me ready? I sat and