You were pretty much a background character. Good in school but not the best. Mental health doing fine but could still be better. It could always be better. And then, there was Aaron. You couldn’t stand him. Since kindergarten you disliked him because of nothing in particular. He just gave you this vibe…

One evening, almost 10, you had a pretty rough day. You got 45% in your Math exam, almost got fired from your job and your Parents are arguing again. So you went outside, trying to let off some steam. To do so, you grabbed some of the cigarettes your dad always used. Not that you’re allowed to.

After walking some time to get away from home, you lighted your first cigarette, taking a hit and letting it rest between your lips, blowing off the smoke into the cold night air. It was calming. It always is. You were so lost in thoughts, that you didn’t even notice a car slowing down on the street next to you, before a window rolled down. You couldn’t even see who it was because of the darkness.

The car stopped next to you, a strangely familiar voice saying:

„Your Mama know you smokin‘ that?“

Out of all people that could’ve caught you smoking, it had to be Aaron.