Peer Pressure
It's been a while,
He smiled
I nodded in agreement.
He pushed a little white box
towards my side of the table.
I looked at it.
You serious? I asked.
Why not. He answered.
His eyes burying into mine.
But.. I protested.
Don't you want a stick?
He opened the lid and took one out
Placed it on the curve of his lip.
Burned.
Smoke screaming out of the flamed.
Puff....
Maybe one won't hurt. I thought.
And that moment, defined my life.
posted by Katrina at 11:55 AM
7 Comments:
God! what was it??? Now I feel like eating >_<
Um.. I puffed a stick of Marlboro Menthol yesterday out of the blue. Just because I saw my friend puffing away. I didn't know why, but at that moment, I just wanted to ask for a stick. I don't even like smoking! The mere act of smoking is peer pressure itself to me.
o_O uhh.. why did I said eating? haha guess I was half drunk that time... Or maybe I was just thinking about white styro box from local fast food stores...
haha.. don't worry, my work is subject to one's own interpretations. that was just the inspiration
Don't worry, I'm not hooked into it. Didn't really enjoy the experience.
Thanks for the concern though! :D
smoking, bad, no
^_^
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