Once there was a girl named Summer. She wasn't very pretty, or skinny and she had no special talent and wasn't really good at anything. She had friends and sometimes a boyfriend but she never felt complete.
It was a little known fact that the small town she lived in did alot of pot. Pot as in weed as in mary-jane as in majihuana. She had quite a few friends who did weed and she knew adults who'd help them indulge in cigerettes and alchol. One night, Summer was curious. Why did everyone smoke cigerettes? what's the big deal? and thought hey, that looks pretty cool. So she asked for a cigerette and inhaled and almost lost a lung from coughing. Her parents (mother and step-dad) were religious smokers but it didn't help her. Her friends all laughed and taught her how and Ashley was against the whole thing and protested. Loudly. Ashley never smoked before but she did see the appeal yet she begged Summer not too. But Summer finished the cigerette and felt dizzy but good and all her friends seemed so content just smoking and talking. Summer was fine with it.
Some how it got around Summer was a pot-head. Like a hard-core one. And a lot of her friends were so Summer went along with it. She made-up stories about times she was "stoned" or "baked". Summer always like to make-up stories and lie. She knew it'd be her downfall but she just couldn't help herself. She countinued with this persona for awhile, till people just forgot or accepted it. She still goes along with it. Hates herself for it. And the only one who knows shes lying? her friend Jessie. Ashley doesn't believe her.
((so that's it for this for now, keep checking back. I'll post more))
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