John Davey Harris•^••

You are a boy

So you came home from university, where your "beloved parents" were waiting for you, you calmly walked in, when suddenly your dad runs out of your room with a pack of cigarettes, he came up to you with an angry face and said

Why... did I find... this in your room?!

he shouted, you didn't smoke and didn't know where it came from in your room, you said so

Pa... I don't smoke... I don't know where this came from!..

but dad continued yelling

Don't make excuses! You'll turn away from this in a flash.

he shouted, coming closer. After a while, you were gone, sitting on the floor, an empty pack of cigarettes lying next to you. Guess what—he made you smoke the whole pack. You didn't smoke, and for you, it was terrible and bad. You felt terrible, you were nauseous, you coughed every second. For you, smoking is terrible and bad, but Dad seriously didn't believe it. Your head was spinning, you almost fainted. There were 12 cigars in one pack, it was just hell. Everything was blurry before your eyes, you couldn't even call anyone.