Offered to me by an utter nutter.
I'd been playing with some of my friends, they lived in the next village, so I was riding back home on my bike when I was stopped by Charlie.

She and her whole family were completely crazy and she often would beat people randomly just for the sake of it, but for some reason she had taken a liking to me and would smile and wave at me in the school yard as she beat some other child who was usually double her size yet utterly terrified because, as I have stated, she was completely crazy.

So she stopped me and asked me to get off my bike. Thinking that she was going to steal it but prefering losing that to losing my teeth I did as she asked.

"It's nice a nice bike. You want to come with me." It was not a question. I did as she said. She led me up an alley way to the back of some old sheds. I remember worrying that the pounding of my heart was going to break my rib cage. I was terrified. Charlie licked her bottom lip and placed her grubby hand into the pocket of her ripped jeans. 'She's got a knife,' I thought 'she's going to stab me and I'm going to bleed to death in the dirt.' Removing her hand she clasped in it, not a knife, but a tattered cigarette.
"You smoke?" She asked casually, whilst retrieving a box of matches from her other pocket.
"Never tired." I replied, trying to sound cool and most likely failing.

We stood in silence as she switched between sucking at the cigarette and spitting on the ground. After a moment, she sniffed, spat and passed me the tatty off-white tube.

It took me a few seconds to realise that she wanted me to have a smoke. I took it from her and placed it to my lips. This action sent messages to my brain and I noted upon the fact that I had forgot to breathe during this whole encounter, thus causing me to take slightly too deep a breath in.

I coughed, my eyes watered and I coughed again. I handed her the cigarette back. She took it from me and started laughing. I'm not sure what scared me more, the twisted twinges of insanity that I could hear in her cackles, or when she stopped abruptly.
"We're friends now?" She asked. I nodded, most likely a little to eagerly. She then turned around, climbed over a fence into someone's garden and walked off up the path.

In a clumsy terror I clambered onto my bike and cycled as quickly as I could all the way home. She never came into school the next Monday: she'd been arrested for trapping someone in a large industial bin and setting it alight. I was thankful that all she'd done to me was rape me of my cigarette viginity.
( Fluffy elephants, Thu 20 Mar 2008, 2:58, Reply)