My name is Nikki LeBlanc.
I was introduced to smoking last year, although I knew that I was underage, I fell into the dark habit all the same. My friends coaxed me into it, convincing me to come with them during lunch to breathe the killing clouds into the sky.
And so I did. That was in the eighth grade. Now I am a freshman, and continue to pollute my body with deadly chemicals, the feeling irresistible.
It was the only sin I allowed myself of the many my peers committed. I figured I had to live up to my reputation...
A reputation built upon one fateful day when I decked Samantha Jordan in the face. No one had the guts to stand up to her. She would pick on and belittle my friends and it aggravated me to no end. When she finally came around to me, I gave her what for. She deserved it, cheerleader witch.
Now I found myself spilling my secrets to a complete stranger - the foreign exchange student, Drake Cooper.
When I was finished, the small group gathered fell silent.
Emily giggled a little, but she was high so....yeah.
"I'm sorry," Drake murmured.
Well. That was unexpected. I looked him in the eye, studying his expression. He was truly sorry for me. Wow.
"S'okay," I mumbled, throwing my cigarette butt on the ground, stomping on it with the heel of my tennis shoe.
What was it about this newbie that intrigued me? Was it his shy quiet behavior, or the fact he had broken out of his shell to punch Butch in the face?
The bell rung sharply, startling me out of my thoughts. I pushed past Drake, entering the living hell that was high school.
"Adios amigo!" I called over my shoulder, striding proudly through the crowd of students, grinning as they parted in my wake.
Nobody messed with me.
I was on top of the world.