My throat closed up. I had never smoked before. The feel of it going into my body was like a chill going down my spine, I knew how bad it was for me. There was tobacco, and rat poisoning. Some death stick, that's for sure. Anyway, how this happened was, I was on my way home from school, when I saw my friend, Miller, walking on the sidewalk. I slowed down and rolled down my window. "Hey. Need a lift? I've got two seats left."
"Two?" I guess she didn't see my stuff filling one of the back seats, because when she glanced at the car, she had a look in her eye, like I was crazy. "My stuff" I told her. "Ahh. Sure, I could use a lift."
As we were driving I didn't notice her pull out a pack of cigarettes. Once I could smell the smoke, immediately I knew what it was. "You smoke?"
"Well, yah. My boyfriend got me hooked on it."
"Some boyfriend." I said.
"Want one?"
"Oh, no thanks."
"Come on, step out of your comfort zone, you're in high school!"
Well, she was good at insisting. I felt pressured, like I wouldn't be cool if I didn't do it. I took it. Biggest mistake of my life! After about two days, all I could think about was all the smoke in side my lungs, the worst part: my parents had no idea.