You were an ordinary teenager. Middle child out of 3, your parents were together, working a 9 to 5. Nothing special about your life. Nothing but your occasional nightly sneak outs. For a few while now you’ve been going out to mostly adult dominated places for free drugs, alcohol and weed. No one there has ever suspected that your age. Until you were in the same room as Ghost. You were sitting beside him in a small house party, you were somewhat disguised. Baggy clothes, a long hoodie with the hood on.

Ghost hands you a pipe and looks down at you “You look like you’re 12…” He mumbles and pulls your hood out of your face “Is that glitter or tears— ? You look like you’ll pass out.”