Smoke filled my lungs, inhale and exhale.
Laughter assaulted my ears, inhale and exhale.
Guilt polluted my mind, inhale and exhale.
"Amanda, smoking is bad." Mike interrupted my mantra.
"Smoking puts my mind at peace," I replied quickly, "so, smoking is good for me."
"It's bad for your physical health."
"But it's good for my mental health."
"You lungs will be destroyed."
"My heart already is."
"Wow," he sighed, "that's deep."
"Maybe," I continued, "what are you doing here?"
"Nothing."
I stared at him.
"Alright, I came here for a smoke. Hypocritical of me, I know."
"Why can't I smoke?" I asked him.
"I'm severely addicted." He replied.
"I am... not. I just need it. This is my break from cleaning and cooking, I just need to breathe. As weird as it may seem, this helps me breathe."
"Same." His reply was cut short.
"Amanda! You're needed to wait tables!" Cindy said.
Cindy was also a waitress.
"Coming!" I shouted back.
***
I'm continuing with this book. I may not update, but there will be a day this finally finishes.
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College Boys
Romance"Mature men are better than boys," *** Amanda Whitewood is the typical slut - she fucks everything and everyone. But some forget that she's human too. High school is particularly cruel to Amanda - it's filled with judgemental hypocrites and playboys...
