| Location | Side of School
| Action | Smoking, Walking
| Date | Monday, December 2nd
| Action | Smoking, Walking
| Date | Monday, December 2nd
After getting to his spot -to the back of the school- finishing up the cigarette he had when he first started walking, he threw that to the side and crushed it on the ground. Throwing his backpack beside him, ignoring all around him, he focused on the cold and no sign of life to pester with him. Without anything else to do out there in the cold, he grabbed one of his already rolled up and fixed together greens and brought it against his mouth and lite it up. He's gotten so used to some of the weeds that he can't even tell if he's high or just mad.
He was surprised his grades were still at a high standard, by how much weed and smokes he has smoked by now, he'd thought he's be as dumb as a nut but, he guess his body just wasn't having any of that. Looking around, he was surprised that many people haven't discovered his little spot yet, he'd usually come here before school, during lunch, and after school. This was a great spot to smoke, and no one would ever think to pass by where he was because, they'd believe that it was more of a creepy spot than a hang out spot. Today was going to be like every other day. Hopefully.