Cigarettes and love

As I press my cigarette into the concrete next to me I hear a girls voice "you're going to have to get a parent to sign this permission slip" she says handing me a piece of paper. "And you are?" I spit back at her "Sunshine Walsh, head of the student council" she says with a huge phoney smile on her face, I laugh "so what's this shit?" I ask holding the piece of paper inches from her face "A parent or guardian has to sign on the line to allow you to smoke on school grounds, fifty feet away from any students or teachers though" Sunshine replies "there was trees wasted on this?" It was true.
I suddenly got the feeling this was going to be a tragic love story.