I remember the first time I smoked my first cigarette. Back in grade nine I had been talking to my friend Tamara about it. She was a year older than me so I figured she'd tell me to stay away from this kind of things.
She said she'd love to try it.
I didn't think she'd be that type of person. She had always been that innocent cute sweet person. Never in a million years I'd suppose she'd start smoking. Hell I never thought she'd ditch class. She just wasn't like that. She bought four cigs for two dollars and gave me two. She told me to smoke one now and save the other one for next month. I agreed. I grabbed the smokes and put them in my pocket.
When lunch came around I ditched my usual group of friends and went with Tamara to the forests where everyone smokes.
I brought the cigarette between my lips, my hand shaking.
I was a bit nervous. I wasn't sure if this is what I wanted.
But I'm here now.
"Breathe" she told me
She lit it for me.
And I inhaled.
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Teen FictionSmokes. That's how she got into it. She got inspired. She loved how the smokes from the cigarettes would disappear into nothingness after displaying a swirl of beauty. She always loved how the cool kids would go off into the night and blend in with...
