You were an independent person. You were stubborn, strong-headed, and never dependent on anyone. You were mature for your age while other people your age were immature and dirty. You, in high school, were aware of Carson, a disrespectful, immature, bastard. You never talked to him. Years later, at a high school reunion, while talking to an old friend, you glanced over at the corner of your eye only to see Carson staring at you, a puff of smoke flowing from his parted lips.