One more cigarette. Lydia continually fools herself, by imagining that she’ll relieve the stress in her life by smoking one more cigarette. Her habit results in being caught during finals at school, and being expelled. She learns who did this to her and vows revenge.
There is only one little issue left. Can she throw out the cigarettes or will she be caught in the same downward spiral as her brother?
Lydia draws hard on the cigarette, blowing toward the open window. She feels the stress of not studying for Government wash out of her, relaxing with each drag on the cigarette. Waving away the smoke wafting around her, she peers around the stall door.
Was that the bathroom door opening?
Taking two more quick drags, she drops the butt into the toilet and winces at the hissing sound. Flushing, she searches for breath freshener and perfume in her purse, liberally using both. Cautiously, she opens the door and glances around. Certain no one has seen her sneak the cigarette, she walks to the sink and checks her hair, sniffing furtively.
Nothing noticeable. Good. Time for my final.
Walking to Government, she sees Carl. She hurries over to give him a hug and a kiss. He grimaces and pushes her away.
“You taste like mouthwash and a dirty ashtray. Been smoking again?”
The pleasure of seeing him fades. Yet again, he’s nagging her about smoking. She shoots a glare at him and walks into class.
That jerk. Why can’t he understand the stresses in my life? Just because he doesn’t smoke or do anything ‘wrong’ doesn’t mean he has to give me grief about it. He could let up on the whole ‘your mouth tastes like an ashtray’ thing once in a while and just give me a kiss.
A noise at the door takes her attention from the usual ‘find your seat and get ready for the exam’ parade. Carl and Joanna are talking.
What does that snitch want with my boyfriend?
There is no time to figure out why Joanna is whispering with Carl. The exam is about to start. Lydia needs this time to get in what studying she can. She busies herself with her notes.
Why didn’t I study last night instead of talking for hours with Karen?