Lily had had a rough day. Shawn, a boy she had a crush on, asked her out. Lily'd been excited to tell her friend, Travis, about her date. Travis wasn't so excited. They had a fight, and both left angry.
She'd refused to let it spoil her date and had been decidedly cheerful as she made her way to the restaurant in her car.
At the resaurant, she'd waited for Shawn for what felt like a year, but was probably only two hours. She'd finally started back, trying to make it home before she started crying. But, of course, the car broke down on the way. She had to get out in high heels, and walked down the streets. It. By then, her mascara was running down her face.
So when a girl smoking pot by a dumpster asked her if she wanted some, her guard was down.
"I don't know, isn't it bad... for your health?" Lily asked. The girl's friend laughed at Lily's question.
"You don't smoke it for your health," the friend said, "You smoke it so you don't have to feel."
Lily knew that drugs were bad. She knew how easy it was to get addicted, how it made your teeth weird, and ravaged your health. She knew she could end up in jail. But right then, she didn't care. She cared how awful that day had been. Not feeling sounded good right then.
"Sure."
After the first smoke, Lily's life dissolved into want.
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