Mariam's POV
Anthony took his glass of beer and drank it in two seconds. I had barely started sniffing mine. I had never drunk before. The sound Anthony made when he crushed the plastic cup with his hand sent a shiver down my spine.
“What’s the matter, little sister?” he said with a raised eyebrow and that smug smile of his, the one he often wore at the orphanage right before playing a nasty prank on me, like flushing the toilet with all my hair inside the bowl, or that time he made me drink a bottle of red nail polish, leaving my teeth looking like a vampire’s for a week. “Did you really think you could beat us again?”
I took a sip of the barley concoction, and after swallowing it, I already felt dizzy. My friends weren’t faring any better. Melany, in a burst of overwhelming bravery, h
