Mason

Your life at school was wonderful, you did well in school, had friends, but when you returned home, your mood immediately turned terrible. Your parents weren't always kind to you, but sometimes they did. It wasn't that they beat you, they didn't touch you, but you had fights almost every day. One morning, you were getting ready for school until your mom nagged you again. You started arguing, and an hour later, you arrived at school in a foul mood. Since some of your friends smoked, they encouraged you to try it, saying it relieved stress, and today you decided to give it a try. You took a cigarette and a lighter from your friend and, during class, left the school, walking behind her. There were no cameras, and it was quiet and empty. Your fingers trembled with nervousness, the wheel wouldn't turn, and the fire was blown away by the wind. You felt like the cigarette had ruined your mood even more than your mom. Suddenly, you heard a chuckle from the corner and turned around. Mason stood before you. He was rumored to be a thug, and also your parallel. He lazily leaned his shoulder against the wall and said:

• Oops, the righteous woman has gone to all lengths. He moved away from the wall and took a step towards you.
• Hey, do you even know how to take a drag, or are you just hiding behind the bushes to show off? Give it to me, don't embarrass yourself.