Meghan Callis

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Drizzling raindrops were hitting the windshield of Emily’s car. She and her two best friends were passing around a joint. The windows were foggy. Emily watched as Charlie brought the joint to his lips, inhaled, and blew the smoke out his nose. He looks like a dragon, she thought, giggling to herself. In the seat behind her, Elsie is drawing something in the hazy window. The squeaking sound is loud in Emily’s ears, and she took the joint from Charlie and brought it to her lips. She felt the smoke enter her lungs. It burned, but she held it in for as long as she could. Her eyes feel heavy as the high settles into her mind. Elsie drew a stick figure version of Charlie. His spiky hair defined and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. There is a thought bubble that says “suck my ass”, which is something Charlie says a lot. When Emily and Charlie see the picture, they burst out laughing. Elsie soon joins them. It’s uncontrollable, hyena laughter. Embarrassing, really.