Ok so this little story is about how drugs have a bad affect on a person’s life.

"I don't know how things got so bad." I said as I kicked a left over cigarette bud towards the tree. "Well, despite the fact that we are smoking on campus, got detention for throwing a tantrum and flipping over a table...I don't think it's too bad..." Jacob's shortcut bangs fell against his brow, making the sweat drench his t-shirt. I loved the way it did that. Biting my lip, I said: "D-do you think things would be different if only we had listened to our parents as littles?" Jacob scowled, "Yeah I'd definitely be the CEO of McInedible's or something." I frowned, remembering Jessica's mothers, being the leader of the religious church group in the city. It's sounds ridiculous, I know. But she's rich. And she even proves that to us by bringing Jessica new boxes of foundation, mascara, and new Prada shoes weekly. I stared at the tree that Jacob was smoking against, and how it was able to support not only his weight, but the burden of our secret hideout. I wasn't nearly as strong. My head spinning; I slowly walked back to campus with Jacob's hand on my back. I'd fall without it.