'Are you fuckin' kidding me?' she skrieked. My heart started to race, I felt it everywhere; in my throat, my stomache. My heart was even fuckin' beating on my skull. It was getting harder to breathe.

'Are you fuckin' retarded, Pit.' she asked. I felt my eyes starting to water and swell. My throat was closing up and get very dry, it hurt so bad. I hade absolutely no idea what to tell my mom when she ask.

It all started when I was in my room trying fiercefully to stay awake. I could go to sleep. My brother had work in the morning. I had to stay up. So, I remember what I had locked away in my cabinet. I took out a cigarette, then I put the tip of the cigarette between my index finger and thumb, as you would a pencil, and I proceeded to crush the tip and rotate my fingers back and forth in a diagnol manner.Till I got all of except one-fourth out. Then, I furiously look around my room for a pencil. A pencil. Yes a pencil. I then remembered, 'HOLY SHIT!' I have one in my Art bag, hehe, Art portfolio. You know, I'm not really, all too sure, that...Umm, Art should have start with a capital letter 'A'.