So, I'm going to share a bit of my back story.
When I care for a friend, I'll do anything for them. In middle school, at around 13, I started smoking. I guess you could call it peer pressure, but I was also very stressed a majority of the time because I was battling the fact that I'm gay.
So, two years later, I meet friends who want me to stop smoking. One is a girl a couple states over. I talk to her over the internet, and call her on her cell phone when I need support. I promised her I would stop smoking if she tried her best to improve her school grades.
Another is a boy named Josh, who is the boyfriend of a girl I've worked on plays with. We're pretty good friends, and he really doesn't like anyone--underage or not--to smoke. He's also part of my support system, because he can always make me laugh when I'm stressed, angry, or sad.
It's gotten to the point where I'm asking every "druggie" I know for a cigarette, and every passing high school kid for a lighter or match. I hate the feeling I get when I don't have one over a certain period of time, so I fool myself by saying "I'm nicer to people when I have one. Just one."
I'm also scared on what I'm implying to my younger sister. I'd hate for her to not be able to run with her friends because she can't breathe right.
Then there's ROTC. I'm the trainer for the physical training team. I'm not competition level, but I want to at least keep up with the new recruits.