It was a dark and stormy night when I had my first sip of the unholy drink. I remember it as if it was yesterday. I was staying up late with a few friends for our Year 9 math project, and there was still so much to do on my part. The clock struck midnight and my eyelids were becoming heavier...and heavier...and I found myself dozing off every few minutes. 'It's due tomorrow!' I thought to myself, hoping that the reminder will shake me awake. But my efforts were futile and it seemed as if all hope was lost...
...until it occurred to me. Wasn't there coffee in the pantry?
Doubts plagued my mind, yet the seconds ticked by. 'It would only be one cup, right?' I nodded. 'Yes, only one cup. Never again will I stay up this late and never will I be addicted to coffee.'
How naive my Year 9 self was.
tl;dr I stayed up till 4AM after having my very first cup of latte, did surprisingly well on the project and am now quite coffee-addicted.