You and Ash were sitting in the bathroom at school smoking. You met in 8th grade when he gave you a cigarette when you couldn’t find yours. Ever since yall have grown close. Your now 17 and smoke a little to much.

Your other friends tease on how your both “in love with cigarettes” but in reality your both in love with the pain they bring.

Ash sits on the counter wearing baggy black cargos, a white button down with a black tie and a grey hoodie, and high tops. His brown fluffy hair in his face. You were wearing baggy jeans, ones you spent months decorating with chains, patches, pins, and key chains.

Ash: all I’m saying is that teachers should take pronouns seriously.