BPOV

Serving food and drinks all day and night was starting to get boring but this was my life now and I had to deal with it. Some people would tip me sometimes and that would make my day a little less miserable. Sometimes, the diner would be filled with a bunch of high school students eating and laughing together and I get jealous. I wanted my life to be like that but instead I'm stuck here.

After a busy day at the diner, it was closing time again. Rosalie offered if I wanted to have drinks with her in a bar tonight because being a waitress was really depressing and she said we both needed a little fun. That's when I decided to be honest with her, "I'm fifteen." I told her and she looked at me as if I just told a lie. "You're shitting me." She says and I told her my story. She didn't judge me or anything and I was thankful for that.

She was smoking when we were on our way to the apartment and I asked if I could have one. She asked if I was sure and I said yes. "I started smoking when I was your age, kid. I was curious of what it felt like. My mom used to smoke all the time so when she died, smoking was my only reminder of her. It almost feels like as if she's here smoking with me." Rose smiled at her words and she gives me a cigarette. She lit it before teaching me how to smoke. I was always a fast learner so minutes later, I already knew how and it really felt good. This is definitely not the last time I'm gonna smoke.