A/N: Here's another GG drabble-y ficlet. I don't know where this came from. I really don't. But here it is. Enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own GG.
Cigarettes
She didn't know where or when she picked it up. However it was that it happened, she regretted it. It was a ghastly habit. She hated it, but she was hooked.
As her lips curled around the last one in her pack, she felt the tension leave her body. She had escaped her mother's last tirade to step out and take a long drag.
It was then that she remembered why she started this. It was her escape from all the walls closing in on her.
Being told how she should act, dress, speak. Who she should be with and what she should do with them.
Her mother.
Nate.
Serena.
Gossip Girl…
It wasn't what she wanted.
So, she smoked.
Savoring that kick of nicotine and watching the small puff of smoke rise and disappear into the sky.