Washed Up

Chapter one: Cigarretes

"Hey piggy, what'd your mom pack you today??" Aria said to me while digging through my bag.All three of us were sitting on the cracked stone stairs behind the chapel, hidden away from everybody else.
"ooh! i call the raspberries!" Tamara squeals as she calls dibs on the food in my bag.
"Fine, but then i get the KitKat" she says and laughs
"Wait, what?? No fair!! I didn't see it!" Tamara yells again before seeing Aria take a crunch out of the snack. I'm sitting in front of them on the stair below them, watching with empty hands. They do this every day. Go through my bag, my lunch, and eat.
They both chew in silence for a second before Tamara laughs at something on her phone. She says
"omg Aria.. look" she says, facing her phone towards Aria and away from me.
"Agahah is that Emilia-?"
Tamara's eyes widen as she reaches for something in her bag.
"Okay so, i have an awesome idea for something new to try for Sav." and i felt sick to my stomach.
She pulls out 4 packs of cigarretes covered in the words "Smoking kills!" in giant red letters.
"Okay Sav, You're gonna try to smoke 20 before lunch ends."
I shift a little back.
"So you guys are trying to kill me??" i say and my eyebrows lift.
"Ugh. Shut up." they say and throw my bag on the ground.
Tamara lights a cigarette with her hand shielded around the flame so no one can peek. Then, she holds it in front of my mouth.
"take a hit" she says and looks at me in the eyes.
I move forward and breathe in the cigarrette, which tasted like burning sheets of paper. I start choking and coughing.
"Ahahah, PUSSY" they say and giggle to each other. Tamara holds the cigarette in front of my face again, and i take hits until he cigarette is gone. 25 minutes later, i was on my 13th cigarette.  I was coughing like crazy.
"Oh my god.. you can't even handle cigarettes? Goddamn shame." she says and throws the half finished cigarette on the ground. They  both stand up and pull up their leggings.
"anyways, do i look good? Zack flirted with me this morning.
"um.. what? i swear i saw him flirting with Grace this morning." Aria responds as they both make their way towards the building to go back to class. I stand up and dust off my jeans, pick up my bag and put it on my back. As i walk into the building, my hoodie string gets stuck on the handlebar of the door.  A girl waiting to walk out pushes me against the door more.
"Fucking annoying" he says under her breath but purposefully makes me hear it.
it takes me a second to take the drawstring out. I pull up my jeans again and fix my gray hoodie and head to class. As i walk in, my english teacher, Mrs. Ames, sees me and points to my chair for me to sit down. I walk past everyone and feel their eyes follow me.
I sit down and put my head down. I've had enough of this shit. I hate being in this dumbass school, and i can't even move because of my mom.
"Sav. Head up." Mrs. Ames says and as i lift my head up, everyone's eyes are judging me. I listen and listen and listen, until the class ends. By that time, i'm craving cigarettes. Shit. Those bitches really hit me hard from behind. There's a convienance store a block away.. i have 5 minutes. I think i can make it. I starry walking and see all the girls in their cliques talking shit about who knows what. They bash anything alive that doesn't talk to them. I get to the store and open the rusty glass door. Inside is racks of candy facing me in big colourful designs. I walk up to the counter and see a boy the same age as me, maybe a year later. He's cute too..
"Yes?" he says to me while holding his phone in his other hand.
"2 packs of cigarettes" i say and look down at the counter.
"um... aren't u underage?" he asks me.
"uh, no. i'm 18. I-"
"But aren't u from Geneva High? So you're in grade twelve..? Let's see some I.D" he says and holds his palm out. He looks like he's about to pass out.
"Um.."
"So you're underage, huh..? Whatever,it's $2.50 each. I'll let u off the hook this one time." he says and types something on his phone.
I hand him a $5 bill and take the cigarrette packs.
"Thanks.." i say but stop.
"Do u have a lighter i can use..?" i say slowly.
"Uh..." he lifts one eyebrow and looks around the store. He picks up one from the counter and gives it to me.
"It's almost out so whatever, it's on me" he says and turns around. I walk out the store and go behind the rusty building. I light the cigarrette and purse my lips to breathe if in. At that point i was craving it like no other. I take my first breath, and blow the smoke out. My worries go away for a second, and i take another hit after another. I close my eyes and continue taking a hit as i check my phone. 1:52! I've been smoking this cigarette for almost 15 minutes. I'm about to pick up my bag before i feel someone touch me. I turn around automatically.
"He-" I say before a middle aged man puts his hand on my mouth.
he pushes me against the wall  and i feel his fist punch me in the gut. I hunch and try to bear the pain
"How about you come in back of my truck and i can take you-" i hear before a giant FWACK. The boy at the counter punched the man and threw him on the ground. He turns to me and holds my shoulders .
"You okay?!" he says worriedly.
I put the back of my palm against my mouth and pick up my bag and run. What the hell did i do to deserve this. Everyone is attacking me. I stop running after a minute and start slowly walking to school. That is definitely leaving a mark on my stomach. I take out another cigarette and smoke it on the way to school, and hush it out before entering the gates. I go inside the building and head to my last class, Tech design. I walk in, and everybody is already on their computers. I walk to the other side of class where i sit beside this one other girl that doesn't talk much. Then i turn on my computer and rub my face. Fuck. how hard did he punch me? That shit hurted..
i log onto my computer and start working out the assignment
"How's your mother doing?"
"Oh, huh?" oh it was just Sam. She caught me off guard.
"Oh.. she's um good" i make up more lies.
"And your Aunt? She still takes care of you, correct?" Sam says as she fixes her thin, gray hair. She's very short.. probably 4'10 or 4'11.
"Yeah.. she's still here"
"Oh alright, i'm probably dragging this. Anyways i hope your mother heals quicker! And tell your Aunt i said Hello!" she says before she smiles and shuts the lobby door and heads outside. All that was lies. My mother had left me ages ago when i was 13 for some other guy that lives in another country... and my aunt? she checks in maybe once every 6 months. Other than that, i live by myself in this tiny one bed/bath/kitchen apartment which my Aunt pays for. The only reason she checks in is to probably see if i still even use it so she can stop paying. I get out of the elevator and put the keys up to the lock and unlock the door.
As i open the creekinf door, my cat meows to me.
"Hey Natsu" i say and shut the door behind me. I run my hand through his black and orange fur coat before i take off my bag and jacket to lay in my bed. I have another craving for cigarettes. This might be a problem.. ugh.
I step out onto my balcony and light another one up, breathe it in and out again. I sit on my camping chair and close my eyes... who can help me..? Tamara's mom is the principal to the school. It's not like i can report her. And i can't either because my mom needs to sign the papers to move but she's.. gone. So i'm stuck in this dumbass school. Then and there, i sobbed for a few minutes, before i headed to bed. I closed my window and pulled the covers up to my head. Sigh.. another 24 hours again tomorrow.