18. Chapter 18
I don't know. I don't think Myra and I would be right together.
You might. You guys really did click.
I don't know. I don't know anymore.
I got up and threw my cigarette in the ash tray. My parents weren't home so I really could do whatever I wanted. I grabbed another one from my Dad's room. I took it into my room, lit it, and inhaled deeply.
She probably doesn't like me anyway.
Oh well. Story of my life.