My smoking then became a regular thing. Everyday when I walked home. I don’t think Lennon really cared if I bummed cigarettes off of her. For the first time in a long time I felt like I belonged.

Lennon and I were sitting in our seats in Social Studies when she asked me something. “Hey Sam, I’m havin’ this party Saturday. You should come”. I was excited, stupidly, because it was the first party I was ever invited to. “Sure. What time?” I asked. “About 8:30 or so”, she told me. Wow, I thought. My first real party. Its gonna’ be great. Or so I thought.

I got to Lennon’s house at 8:25, because I didn’t want to be late, but I didn’t want to be too early either. I was the first one there. Then about 10 other people started piling in. “EVERY ONE TO MY ROOM!” She yelled through all of the noise. We all started piling into her bedroom. She pulled out a cigarette-looking thing. “What’s going on?” I asked her. “Were all gonna’ smoke”, she said. “Cigarettes?” I asked. She laughed. “No, dude. A joint.”