"Hey Mom! Do you know where my baby pink sweater is?" Becca screamed.

"Hey, I can hear you from down the hall, even when you're not screaming," her mother replied, as she headed for her daughter's bedroom.

"What's the problem?" she asked, peering through the doorway.

"Tonight's so important to me Mom, and I can't find my pink sweater, have you seen it?"

Becca's mom twisted halfway around, quickly bent down and straightened back up, with the cherished sweater in-hand. "You mean this one?" she asked, with her favorite 'I thought so' grin.

"Thanks Mom," Becca replied, with a sigh of relief. "I can't wait for the eleventh grade dance tonight Mom. All my friends are gonna be there and this baby pink sweater will be just perfect over my dress!" she shouted.

The hours seemed to drag, but finally it was time to leave for the dance, which drew nearly every eleventh grader, and even a few seniors. Halfway through the evening, the dance floor was packed, as Becca and her date made their way to the refreshment table.

"Hey, this looks pretty good," her date Brendan declared; pointing at the punch. "Would you like a cup?" he asked politely.

"Sure," Becca replied, as she stretched out her hand. She slowly took a sip, in doubt of its flavor, when suddenly she detected the familiar scent of whiskey. "Yuck!" she muttered in disgust; slamming the cup down on the table. "This is spiked with some sort of whiskey," she informed her date in horror. My parents are heavy into drinking and.....well, I guess that's why it turns my stomach even just to smell this crap!"

"Hey keep it down, we don't want to start an uproar," Brendan replied, with concern for Becca's reputation.

After a few minutes, other students started whispering about the punch and a few of them were finding themselves accidentally drunk.

After she returned home that night, Becca found it impossible to sleep, so she turned on the living room T.V. After watching several End Times videos, she started seeing something symbolic about the spiked punch.

"God, I know that there's a few students in my school that just look for trouble, but most of them are not like that at all. I can't believe so many of them didn't even detect the alcohol in that punch! I'm not glad my parents are alcoholics, but at least I'm getting an education. I feel sorry for all those kids who had no clue. I guess that's how it is now in the world, so much deception over-taking the minds of so many. I pray they learn the truth of YOU Lord, before it's too late," she prayed, as she stretched out on the couch. 'I wonder how Brendan's going to react when I tell him what God has revealed to me,' she thought, for what seemed like hours, until she finally fell asleep.