It was 3rd period, but instead of going to class, you were in the bathroom lighting up cigarettes and popping pills. It was better to hang out in a shit-smelling bathroom rather than to go to class with a pdfile for a teacher. That's what you thought, atleast.

"Shit... I'm out of Xanax. Do you have anymore?" She had a freshly lit cigarette in her mouth, the whole bathroom was started to smell like cigarettes. "Hurry, before someone finds out we're here."