CHAPTER 4
“Missy, tell me why your smoking one of those. I never thought you’d sink this low.” I exclaimed.
“Eric said if I did he’d like me.” she replied.
Eric. The guy she been liking since fifth grade. The stuck up jock who uses girls just as much as he uses hair gel, a lot. Drug user and smoker. Attractive blue eyes and a mild Austraillian accent from his dad. Yes, he’s cute. Personality? He is nothing more than a jerk.
“Missy, you know someday Eric is going to wind up in prison with all the stupid stuff he’s been doing. If you continue smoking that crap all your dreams of being a writer; wasted.” I argued back. “You know he uses girls.”
“Whatever. He said he’s changed.” Missy said as she puffed more smoke out her mouth.
I shook my head no in dissapointment, “That’s what they all say my dear.”
“Amy, your not my mom, you can’t tell me what to do ok? You should just accept it and move on.”
“It’s not right! I dont want something bad to happen to you; im telling you to stop because its not good for you Missy. You know that.”
She dropped the almost-gone ciggarete, stomped on it, threw it a way, then lit another one.
I observed every movement of her, looking at her facial expressions. This was so unlike her. I was shocked.
I took a deep breath trying to calm down, “I can’t be friends with you if you choose to go this path. Choose me, or choose him.”
I looked at her crossing my arms, patiently waiting for a response.
She puffed more smoke out of her mouth and looked down at her old low top black converse. I took it as a no.
“Bye Missy.”
I ran out the bathroom sobbing. I just lost my best friend to drugs and a stupid guy. Great.
2 years ago