It started with a puff

part 1

Peer influence was the cause of john's misery. On that fateful day he was going home  from school. He did not want to get home because of his wicked stepmother. He sat by a big river near his home. His father had also been very strict since his mother's death. He was overworked while his stepbrother watched television.  He saw one of his best friends running  towards him. He pretended that he was okay although he was not. He sat down with his friend. His friend noticed he was sad. He then took  something out of his pocket." What is that?" asked john. His friend chuckled and gave him one of the things. They things looked like fat sticks."Common take a puff it will not hurt,"said his friend."What is it,"asked John." It is a cigarette the most relaxing thing in the entire universe," said his friend. John took the matchstick from his friend  and without  thinking  and lit it up. He then put it in his mouth as his friend had instructed him to do. He took a deep breath he felt as if his lungs were on fire. He coughed so much. His eyes turned red. His first attempt failed he took another puff which was worse than the first. He coughed until he could cough no more. It was getting dark he ran home and his father at the door he shivered in fear. Thinking of how his father would punish him. His stepmother looked at him sternly. His father gave three hot slaps that left him kissing the floor. He threatened to beat him more if he came late the next day. His stepbrother laughed at him as he ate all the junk he had been bought. He hated his brother so much.