The face looked through the screen and I wondered what sort of digital trickery put a 40 year old's face on a teenager's body, complete with clothing straight out of hot topic.
"Hello," the raspy voice said, "I'm 18 years old. I started smoking at 12 because I thought it was edgy then I was a social smoker who totally wasn't addicted and only smoked at parties. And at other times." The girl on the screen started walking towards the camera while talking, the smooth steadicam pullback helping the room flow around her. "And then I started smoking when I was stressed out. Which hardly ever happens in high school."
She begins to climb some stairs as she talks.
"Smoking has given me permanently sour breath and it helped age the skin on my face and hands by decades." She smiles and her face breaks into a number of lines.
"Over the years, I've spent so much money on packs of cigarettes that, if you added them all up, I could have bought a car, with cash."
She climbs a few more steps, moving much slower than most teenagers.
"My car, room, and clothes permanently smell like smoke. You can actually smell me coming around the corner. Nonsmokers can't stand to be in the same room with me else their nostrils start burning."
The stairs keep going and she is noticeably flagging.
"And my lung," she stops and starts gasping, "capacity means I can't play sports anymore. I can't have sex on top. I feel like I'm going to faint if I laugh too much."
She stops climbing the stairs and instead just sits down, breathing heavy like she's climbing a mountain. "But still, the brief, ephemeral nicotine buzz has made it all worthwhile," she smiles wide and displays yellow teeth.
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Reply to [WP] You are a teenager in a DARE add. Convince me to stop smoking. by UFOSAREA51
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The face looked through the screen and I wondered what sort of digital trickery put a 40 year old's face on a teenager's body, complete with clothing straight out of hot topic.
"Hello," the raspy voice said, "I'm 18 years old. I started smoking at 12 because I thought it was edgy then I was a social smoker who totally wasn't addicted and only smoked at parties. And at other times." The girl on the screen started walking towards the camera while talking, the smooth steadicam pullback helping the room flow around her. "And then I started smoking when I was stressed out. Which hardly ever happens in high school."
She begins to climb some stairs as she talks.
"Smoking has given me permanently sour breath and it helped age the skin on my face and hands by decades." She smiles and her face breaks into a number of lines.
"Over the years, I've spent so much money on packs of cigarettes that, if you added them all up, I could have bought a car, with cash."
She climbs a few more steps, moving much slower than most teenagers.
"My car, room, and clothes permanently smell like smoke. You can actually smell me coming around the corner. Nonsmokers can't stand to be in the same room with me else their nostrils start burning."
The stairs keep going and she is noticeably flagging.
"And my lung," she stops and starts gasping, "capacity means I can't play sports anymore. I can't have sex on top. I feel like I'm going to faint if I laugh too much."
She stops climbing the stairs and instead just sits down, breathing heavy like she's climbing a mountain. "But still, the brief, ephemeral nicotine buzz has made it all worthwhile," she smiles wide and displays yellow teeth.