iamhafi
'Y'all smoke to enjoy it
I smoke to die'
Alaska Young
Looking for Alaska.
I gave myself time but I couldn't stop myself. And that's when it started. My addiction. Drugging myself with this so-called happiness.
When life is absent around me, I smoke. Watching the rings of dead life pass me by is how I gave myself time. And damn, does it feel good.
But wait, there's always something. Or rather someone. Ah, but this isn't some shitty romance novel, I'm not going to fall in love with some deadass. Nah, this "someone" is a total buzzkill, coming round to kill my vibes.
Like Ugh. Serious Ugh.
And guess what happens.
Ah nevermind, your guess is probaby shit anyway. So he sees me at the back of the field, cig in mouth, smoking and rips it out.
I teach him a valuable lesson about how if you fucking rain on my parade I will give you hell.
This is about me kicking his ass.
And you're welcome to join me. Actually who am I kidding? Like your schedule isn't empty anyway.
PSA: I already addressed this in the first chapter in the author's note but this book is in NO WAY glamourising smoking, in fact a little later on in the book I'm hoping to add a few bits on why Étoilee should stop smoking but I'll stop right there, I don't want to spoil it. There's more on this in my author's note at the end of the first chapter. Thank you again and please feel free to PM me any concerns you have. Please take this book with an open mind, thank you!