Popcorn Addict

"Please state your name, age, and why you are here."

As if being surrounded by other angsty teens who also don't want to be here wasn't enough, she had to throw me under the spotlight. Their eyes were all on me, anticipating on why I was here.

Sure, I might not be the most threatening or problematic looking person in the world, but
I still have my issues.

I exhaled and took a big breath before telling everyone, "My name is Finley Mills , I am 18 years old," I paused and looked around with a blank stare, trying to create some suspense. Who knows what they are thinking, maybe I'm a raging alcoholic or an ax murderer? Although that might be a little extreme.

"Can you just tell us already?!" Some random girl shouted.

As I sighed to signal an end to my suspenseful pause, I opened my mouth and to finally reveal why I was here:

"I am a popcorn addict."

They say the first step to controlling an addiction is to admit that you have an addiction. Now that I have admitted it, I feel free. I feel amazing as if I could take on the world and fight someone with my bare fists.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" some dude exclaims across from me, "That's her problem? Why is she even here? Most people here have real problems!"

Fuck this guy.