I wrote this piece as a magazine filler, the second of two on a similar theme, but it went unpublished, so here it is. I still sort of like this one too.
Managed to get to school without a smoke on the way. Next challenge, make it to break-time. I spot Simon – veteran smoker par excellence. He’s bound to come over for a smoke. As he heads my way, I grab some papers and pretend I have to see the Head about something urgent, though I can’t think what. Oddly I feel like I am letting Simon down.
I have break duty today, so no chance for a smoke. With a bit of luck, the year 11 girls will be fagging it behind the gym, and I’ll be able to do a bit of secondary smoking through the window. When I arrive there is no-one in sight. Either they have quit too, or they managed to sneak a smoke during their PE lesson. Feel a bit disappointed, but it’s probably for the best.
Have to teach a lesson on the dangers of smoking to my tutor group. Feel quite smug that I have quit. The lesson goes well until a packet of Marlboro’s fall out of Stacy’s pocket. Two boys scramble for the packet in an effort to secure their habit for the rest of the day, but I get there first. Only one cigarette left – so tempting.
Arrived at school and reached for my cigarettes, before I remembered that I had quit. A wave of disappointment, as it will take a real effort of will to get through the day without them. Then I remember the cigarette that I confiscated from Stacy yesterday. Should I?
Feeling light headed today and my eyes feel like they are popping out of my head. Withdrawal symptoms are really kicking in. I grope for Stacy’s last cigarette in my draw and then Simon walks in to announce that he has quit. I smile and tell him that I have too.