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It's Friday night. My dad is taking me to dance practice. I am like what people call "daddy's little girl." He's always been there for me. I've been worried about him lately. Ever since I was little, my dad has been smoking. As I got older, I learn. I learn that smoking leads to cancer and cancer could possibly lead to death. He's always talking about how I need to make straight A's and stuff but how am I going to do that if he doesn't make it whenever I graduate high school or college.

Dad: (coughs)

Me: You ok dad?

Dad: Yeah I'm fine.

Me: I told you. You need to stop smoking.

Dad: I know you're looking out for me, but I'll be fine.

This made me upset. I don't wanna lost my dad, especially because of lung cancer.

-Next Day-

I wasn't feeling good today. I tried to work out cause that usually made me feel better, but it didn't. Even though I'm still pissed off at Jack, I called him and asked him to come over to my grandparents' house to talk. I really needed his advice about this. I just hope he shows up.

I'm sitting outside. My back is against the wall. I'm just texting on my phone, while waiting for Jack to arrive any minute now. Gosh, he doesn't live that far away.

Jack: Hey (pants) Sorry I tried to get here as fast as I could but mom made me stay in for a little while.

Me: (laughs) It's ok. I'm just glad you came.

He took a seat next to me while still trying to catch his breath.

Jack: So what's the problem?

Me: It's like I'm afraid of losing my dad. He always says he wants me to graduate and stuff but like he always says he wants me to graduate with all A's and stuff but he always smoke and stuff. I'm just scared that one day whenever I graduate, he won't be there to see me.

Jack: Well did you tell him to stop?

Me: I try Jack.

I started to tear up. I hate crying. I just have too many emotions that I needed to let out at the moment

Me: I try but I already know that he won't stop.

He put his arm around me and I started to snuggle in for comfort. I cried in his chest, not caring if I look horrible or not.

Jack: Don't cry. If you cry it will make no difference. All it would do is just make you weak. Don't cry, it makes you stronger.

Me: I can't Jack. It's hard for me. You have a wonderful life. Every time (sniffles) I think of this situation.

He was wiping my tears away as I was speaking and crying even more.

Me: It's just complicated

Jack: Look if you really love someone and you care about him, then you need to try harder. Show him that you can get all A's so that he won't have to smoke even more.

(wipes tear) You're going to be fine.

Me: (sighs) your right.

I just sat there thinking about what life I could've had. I should've tried more when I was little. I should've studied more. I should've not worry about my social life more than my school work.

Me: Jack?

Jack: Yeah.

Me: Thanks for being here for me

Jack: (smiles) no problem

Uncle: What the hell is he doing here?

I stood up to only seeing my uncle from 50 feet away. What did he want with Jack and why?

Me: What you mean? I invited him here.

Uncle: I warned his ass not to come. Oh well, I guess I have to things on my own.

He pulled out a gun from his jacket and aimed it right at Jack. Next thing you know, all I saw was pitch black.