When you constantly have people following you around bickering, peace is hard to come by. I sat outside campus on the ground. No roof and no benches. Someone would be bound to recognize me before I could even finish half my cigarette. I flick the lighter and lit the tip, watching it smolder before sucking a large puff in. No better way to calm down than a buzzing head rush. I huffed it through my nose. Gray smoke clouding the view before me. I lifted my hat to card through the waves of sharp hair and push it back into place; decompressing in the silence while I could.