The next week, we started No Smoking for Dina boot camp. After the first day of chewing no-smokers gum, and resisting the urge, I felt like I was in a living Hell. After a month, my lungs were aching, my blonde hair started to get greasy, my fingernails turned yellow. I couldn't bear it. The homecoming dance was only a week away. I thought about it some more. I should go to Miller. She was going to the dance. How would she look? Above all that, it wasn't the outside that was getting destroyed, every breath I took was a struggle. My stomach hurt. And I was stressed, oh man, I was stressed.
Finally, I couldn't take it, I looked around online an I found a Guidance Councilor named Lorne. He was the nicest man, curly blond hair, dark eyes. When I looked at him, I thought of him as Warren's older twin. I just hoped I didn't start acting like I did around Warren (which is how any girl would treat her younger brother), around Lorne. On Sunday I went for my first session. Lorne's office was in a high building, maybe five stories high. There was no elevator, so I had to climb the stairs up to level three.
When I got there, I realized that I left my wallet in my car. So I ran down the stairs and rushed out the lobby door. When I got outside, I saw a man across the road, staring right at me.