Roaming around the school campus in the middle of the night, I found myself in a field leaning my back against a tree, holding my cigarettes between my fingers as I watched the smoke disappear into the air. There I saw her, a girl my age, clearly trying to sneak out in the middle of the night, going to who knows where

"Where do you think you're going, little girl?"

I spoke coldly, inhaling my cigarette in front of her