Bella's POV
It was Kyle Smith, from my homeroom and third period reading class. He sat next to me and lit a ciggerate?
...No, a joint. "Wanna puff?" he asked, blowing the smoke into my face. It made my eyes burn. I shook my head in response.
"No thanks. I don't smoke." And niether should you. I thought. I am such a nerd.
"Oh come on. It'll make you feel good..." I stopped listening after that. It was all I needed to hear. I took the joint from him and inhaled the smoke, but quickly exhaled, gasping for fresh air. It tasted disgusting bit I did feel a little light headed.
We past it to each other for a few minutes before a car pulled up in front of window rolled down and Esme's head poked out. She looked disappointed. I was getting used to seeing that look.
"Hey Esme! I've been waiting for you!" I shouted. She sighed and shook her head. I didn't want to upset her anymore so I got in the car and waved goodbye to Kyle as we drove off. I was greatful she didn't say anything the whole ride, but I wanted to know what she and how she felt about what I did. I felt bad for upsetting her after all she's done.
"Are you mad?" I asked. She didn't answer right away but she said she wasn't. Just surprised.
"This isn't like you Bella." I hadn't realized it until she said it, but she was right. I've changed in most ways. I dropped out of school, I tried to kill myself, and I got high. All the things I thought I would never do.
I went straight to my room when we got to the house. I needed to sleep this high off before I really pissed off Esme. She had every right to kick me out and I was just pushing my luck. I ingored the way Tanya pinched her nose when I walked past. I wasn't sure if she was disgusted by the smell of weed on me or was just being mean and for once, I didn't care. Why did I have to be high feel this way?
I later woke to the smell of chicken frying and my stomach growled. I hadn't had lunch and it made me realize how hungry I was. I couldn't help but run down the stairs towards the smell. When I walked into the kitchen, Esme was just sitting a dinner plate on the table.
"Enjoy," she said sweetly and sat in the seat next to mine. I mummbled a thank you and dug into my food,trying to remember to actually taste the food as it went down.
After about ten minutes she asked, "So how was school today?" She would only worry if I told her the truth so I looked down at my plate so she wouldn't tell I was lying.
"Fine." I stated simply.
"Did you have any homework?" she asked. Dammit, how did she know about that?