Post by Carmen Grant on Jan 17, 2013 15:17:42 GMT -5
I pushed through the squeaking doors to the bowling ally. What I was doing here, I wasn't sure. I stumbled in, my feet trying to find solid ground. It all slipped out from under me, it seemed. I was having withdrawals. Needed a buzz, needed to get amped. At the very least needed a cigarette. Just some nicotine to inhale into her lungs, to swell up with the harmful chemical. I sat down at one of small round tables by the snack area. Steadying my breath and my shaking hands. Who has connections at Canterwood for controlled substances? An idea lit up my eyes, as I rummaged through my bag. Cigarette, cigarette, cigarette... wow. I though.t No such luck as hoped. I slumped over, pulling out my phone and scrolling though tumblr, feeling completely sorry for myself. Well, I did get myself into this. If I hadn't been to careless... I shook the thought away, popping a piece of wintermint orbit and popping my knuckles, an attempt to pull myself together.