Status: Writing.

You Think I Am Crazy? I Will Show You Crazy.

It's A Cigarette

“Do you guys smell that?” I said, sitting up.
“Smell what?” asked Scene.
“It smells like…. Oh my god.” I got up from my seat, right at the part where the jelly fish hurt Dory, man they will pay for making me miss this.
I looked threw the screen door, glaring at the two figures outside.
“Hey Panic. What’s up?” asked Drave, hiding his hand.
“Whatcha got there?” I asked, still glaring, I knew the answer.
“Cigarette.”
“Ah, cigarette? Really now.”
Riot nodded.
“Can I see?” I asked, opening the screen door.
“Um, no, Panic, you are sixteen, not old enough to get cigarettes.” Said Drave.
“LIKE HELL IT’S A CIGARETTE!” I yelled. Now, this wouldn’t be so bad for them if they had just corporate and told me they were getting high.
“It’s bad enough you are smoking!! But then lying! What is wrong with you too!” I shrieked.
“Panic! Calm down, it’s not a big deal!” yelled Drave.
I had had enough. I closed the slider door, locking it. I knew all the other doors would be look.
“Don’t open the doors for anything.” I mutterer to Trisha and Scene. They didn’t say anything about it either.
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REALLY short
Sorry.
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The Day After Monday
Hmmm starting to get writer's block
Help?