My best Friend was using Meth. We were close, and I always tried to get her to stop. She told me, “It isn’t that bad the only problem is the lows.” Even though she was addicted, she was the best friend I could have. But now there are no sleep overs or parties or trips to the mall. We don’t get to share clothes or flirt with boys or dance to our favorite songs. That’s because she is dead.