I smoked my first cigarette today. It was between the philosophy and english lesson and me and J had just left A at the bus station. It is J's birtday today and she had just bought cigaretts. We passed our admirers sitting at McDonald's eating icecream. I said something like 'Maybe I should give it a try...' and J couldn't believe it. She got all excited, found a lighter in her bag and cigarettes she had gotten as a birthday gift. We stood at the corner at Lilla Torget and I (ok, J 'cause I didn't get the hang of it) lit the first cigarett. Then she called A, who couldn't believe it. Between my two fingers with nails painted orange-glittery was the little thing that is one of the coolest things I know. J said she was honoured to be my 'first-smoker-friend', I laughed, but I just wanted to hug her there and then for being such a good friend.After that, we went to 7-eleven and bought chewing gum. Although I took two at the same time, so did the girls in my class notice that we smelled smoke when we came in and sat down at the back of the classroom. And the new girl and the exchange student whispered about us. But I didn't care. I have one of the best friends you can have. I passed him too, I wonder if he smelled it. He still touches his hair when he sees me.
