I sit in math class, minding my own business, when I hear that familiar crinkling sound. Oh god. Please no. The scent hits me with the force of 1000 burning suns, penetrating my nostrils and defiling them with their unwanted presence. I lift my head, my heart beginning to pump faster and my pupils dilating from fear. I shudder as I look up to see Steven reaching into his pocket and his warm breath washing over me as he utters the forbidden words: “Dude, you wanna Halls?” My chest expands as I unleash a bloodcurdling scream, knowing full well that the next few seconds will be my last on this Earth. Already I see the tortured souls from the pit of hell clawing up through the ground, ready to take me. A single tear rolls down my cheek as I turn to look at Steven, his mouth moving fervently to moisten the thick, hard Halls in his mouth. “Why, my friend?” I ask him, my voice hoarse with regret. He looks me in the eyes seductively as he says: “Because I did your mother.”