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A puff of death


            
             A girl that I grew up with and thought I knew everything about. "A puff here and there will do me no harm,"" she used to always tell me. The smartest girl in school turned into the biggest "pothead-. A "binger-, "junkie-, or "feener-, they called her. What could I do? As her habit got worse, I already saw her priorities changing, her worries did not associated with math or English anymore, but focused primarily on how many zigzags she had in her pocket. Her nave innocence, stupidity, and immature behavior, led her to her destined downfall. .
             The dangers of marijuana were not visible to the nave girl who effortlessly walked into a world of drugs and to her, tranquility. Like the flyers that sucked the soldiers into joining the world war, promising great things and promoting heroism; like a young child handed a lollipop from a complete stranger; and like the magicians we see on the street; Joanna was conned. I remember smelling the stench of weed, heavily covered with lemon airfreshner and perfume, when she floated by me in the hallways. Her body was so light, and her head bobbled about like the jack in the box figurine you see in commercials. Stoned, ripped, cracked out, tripper, high, blazed and smoked up is the terminology used to describer her state of condition almost 24 hours a day. Red-eyed and carrying chocolate cookies she would stumble into class 10 minutes before the bell rang. Until one day she was expelled. An unknown student reported that her chocolate cookies were actually baked with marijuana inside. I was bawling when I heard this news, not because she was leaving my school, but because I knew I was going to lose my best friend.
             When we were young we both understood the hazards of alcohol and drugs, but with all that knowledge her curiosity and stupidity still led her to experiment. I felt so helpless. I did everything I could from telling her parents about her problem, to taping drug awareness poster all over her room.


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