Don't

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  It was always too much. Too much pressure, too much noise, too much of everything. I never liked crowds, the mass of bodies pushed together making the atmosphere hot. No, thank you.
  I don't have a lot of friends but the ones I do have are better than the world. An example of how they are better than anything else is just now. My closest friend, Naya, got me out of a situation again.
"Come on!" Naya yells to me as we run to our hideout. My legs strain and scream at me to stop, but the shouts that echo behind us speeds me up- scared of what will happen if we are caught. The night air burns my throat as my labored breathing rips at it.
The noise from behind grows quite as we make multiple turns throughout a maze of a town. Turning onto Maple Street, we speed around a corner into an old ally between two abandoned factories. Naya lifts herself onto the rusted medal ladder that is nailed to the wall of the left factory.
  The ladder stands 5 feet off the ground, me being 5'8" and Naya being 5'7", we only had trouble with lifting ourselves up all the way to climb, but we soon got used to it and now we can do it with grace. At the top of the building I open a hatch that leads down into the factory. Jumping down into the dark of the hatch I land onto the old mattresses we placed here just to jump from the roof into here.
The sound of the hatch being shut and locked comes from above as I roll off the mattresses. Naya lands where I once was laying as soon as I move. Our heavy breathing is the only sound heard within the span of 5 minutes. As our breathing goes back to normal, we move into the "living room".
Its a big open space with an old three seat couch and a one person chair. In between the chair and couch there is a mini fridge filled with beer. In the middle of the couch and chair stands a brown coffee table with books and beer cans scattered on the top. Next to the table is a bucket with a small speaker and chargers. A old coffee can sits beside the left side of the couch- thats where I sit- its used for cigarettes.
In the far right corner we have a chipped bookcase filled with books that Naya has stolen from multiple places. She has a passion for reading and writing. The bookcase is next to the old big windows, the ones that go outward and have a yellow tint to them.
The left corner- the one away from the windows- is the "art wall" if I get bored I spray paint something onto the wall. The rest of the room is used for when we want to dance or rough-house. A friend of ours hooked us up and fixed the electric in here. He said that the only reason he was able to fix it was because this building hasn't been abounded for too long, so we are lucky.
Naya sinks in to the couch after grabbing a beer. I do the same after grabbing a lighter and a Cig. Lighting the cig and taking a long puff my eyes close as my body relaxes.
  "You're killing yourself." Naya blankly says. Sighing and looking over at her, she continues to watch the ceiling.
  "I know, but you can't say much. You're basically an alcoholic." I mutter. Her head lazily turns to look at me.
  "Once again you are wrong. You are killing yourself and the environment by smoking. I am not an alcoholic. I can stop anytime I want and be 100% okay." She is right. She is a strong person. She can drop habits with the flick of her wrist it seems like.
"I know. I know its bad for me. I just can't stop." I whisper. Naya looks at me with this intense look in her eye that makes me want to spill everything to her, every thought and every feeling. Her dark red hair moves in front of her right eye.
  Naya is one of the best gems of the world. She is friends with almost everyone and is kind to an extent. She has a light behind her blue eyes that seems to never go out anymore.
  Breaking eye contact with me, Naya throws back the rest of her drink and lays on her side. Her head resting on the arm of the couch and her body curled into a ball. Sighing I smoke the rest of my cig and lean my head back onto the couch.
  Naya is different than anyone I've ever met. We met when we were kids and have had a brother- sister bond ever since. She doesn't judge people until given a reason and she gives everyone the benefit of the doubt no matter what she has heard.
I'm a different character than that. I stay sheltered only surrounded by a select few. I don't join school clubs and I don't like people.
  I wish I wasn't so much of a freak and knew how to be a regular teen. I wish I didn't turn out to be a screw-up.

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