A Normal Friday
She pulled the hood lower on her face and moved quietly across the hallway. She descended the stairs silently and hid behind them beneath the stairwell. She had been craving the cancer stick since the minute Mr Cheever begun his lesson. What did she care about the spectrum of black body radiation? Thinking she was safe, she removed the good and retrieved a pack of Pall Mall from her pocket. She lit a stick expertly and balanced the baneful blunt between her glossed pink lips. She leaned on the wall and took a long drag. She exhaled through her mouth. A halo of bluish-grey air formed around her face and she giggled quietly. She liked the sweet burn in her lungs as she filled it with smoke and completely burned out the stick. She crushed the butt with the heel of her black leather boot and lit another one with a gold lighter.
"You're quite the smoker," a female voice said and she froze. In a fraction of a second, the cigarette and lighter had disappeared.
The female who interrupted her break had cropped purple hair and studs in both ears.
"Relax, darling, " the girl said, walking closer to Leighton. She said nothing but began walking away. As she was going, the girl caught the drawstrings of her hoodie. Leighton reacted instinctively and kicked the girl's knee, causing her to fall.
"I'm no one's darling," she hissed before calmly ascending the stairs and making her way back to the physics class. She had a pack of cherry bubblegum in her pocket and by the time she got to class, it was as if she never left. What she didn't know however was that someone else had seen her. A boy who was clad in blue denim with long black hair had seen it all. He didn't care though. Because he was more of a Marlboro man.
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