tylers pov:
I sat in a corner of a building during the last period of school. I ahould be studying, but does it really matter. The bells rings signaling tehe end of class and the beginning of the journey home. As the hallways begin to pour out with teachers I get up and start my short trip to my locker.
I made my way to the spot in the park that I always go to and smoke. I take out a pack and start to light it up. I hear footsteps and I look up to find y/n. She's school photographer and for what I can tell, she takes takes pictures with a burning passion. "I don't know if this is weird or not, but I need to take your photo for the yearbook. You are in the basketball team right?" she asks.
I look up at her. "I am." I enhale the cancer stick. "You don't look so into this." She says sitting down next to me.
I exale.
"I'm not. You don't know me. I"m not even into baaketball, its the only ticket to college."
She looks up at me. "6 minutes." she whispers. "what/" I ask clearly confused. "Well see every time you smoke, you take away 6 minutes from your lifspan." She gets up.
"I dont know you very well, but i'd love you to save as many minutes as you can/"
with that she leaves.
