"What am I even doing with my life?" She

the hang in there kitty poster and wondered why she had been so self-absorbed. Plenty of people were worse off than her and it was only a chemical imbalance causing the depression.

She needed to stop thinking so much and just do something fun. The next day, against the rules, she brought alcohol into school and casually drank it in the canteen without a care.

Mr. Wilson's Econ class was a breeze after she got a good buzz on. She finished the canteen during Mrs. K's Pre-Calc and started making some bad decisions. Out of nowhere, she

decided to turn herself in at Principal Farley's office just to save time & later grief. Pushing his door open, she was met by the distinct scent of weed.There sat Principal Farley

In my day we called this 'chonging on the old splifter. My day was in the 1990's" he clarified. "Smoke?" he coughed passing over a badly rolled tree-trunk. "No thanks" I whinced

as the cancer clung to my throat and metastasized its way up my esophagus, cutting through my trachea so I could no longer speak. "In fact my day was a Thursday," he droned on.

I began choking; my eyes watered and I coughed belligerently. Everyone was starting at me now; I was having a panic attack. This was so embarrassing. I tried leaving but I couldn't

so I closed my eyes and pretended no one could see me. My panic attack subsided. I was fine and dandy until searing pain bloomed in my jaw.

The last 24 hours finally hit me. If I had only foreseen the consequences I would have behaved differently from the onset.Grasping my jaw, I moved into the shadows. Never again!