Just one wont hurt

I walked into the school cafeteria with my friends JC and Lauren, I didn't have any money so JC bought me a bagel.
We went to their usual spot, away from everyone. In the corner by the stairs. I looked around, there are the Wiccian girls, all sitting together, the skaters, the front line wanna-be's, and us. Me, totally emo looking, drinking from a sippy cup for fun, Lauren, stick thin, pretty, but doesn't have to try. JC, She is the kind of person everyone knows is a good friend but won't talk to her anyway.
JC then takes out her phone, she got a text from my friend. MY friend. His name is David and recently he has been texting her more than me. Thats always how it happens, then they dump me completly for her. I was already having a bad day so I snapped, I started getting really mad for always taking my friends. I told her to get her own. I saw red, I lost too many of my best friends to her and she needed to know how I felt! She screamed back, and told me that she doesn't have any of her own, and that I can't own people. I told her I knew, but I wanted some people to be my friends. Without her taking them, because then they become her's and not mine at all. Finally frusterated, I left.
Walking into the hall I ran into my friend Tara. Tara explained that she was heading out for a smoke and I looked like I could use one. I walked out with her and we ended up meating with my ex Jason. Jason and I were friends, but I didn't know he smoked. Jason took out a smoke and lit up, it was passed between the two of them, until I took it and inhaled.
I felt AMAZING. I wasn't walking straight, because I felt like I was floating, I thought it had to be weed to do that, but for all I know it was weed, I don't know anything about this. The world was spinning, and I instantly calmed down. I could still think straight, but all I wanted to do at that moment was give JC a hug. I didn't care if she took my friends. Not at the minute. I felt to good. I haven't felt this good in a long time. Tara was right, I did need one.
heading back to the school after lunch was scary, I was scared of getting caught, I didn't. I even apologized to JC. When I got home, first thing I did was shower, I found some mouth wash and used that too. I never got caught. I found ways and excuses around it all. I felt great and on top. The only problem was one thing, I wanted to feel this great all the time, but I didn't want to get addicted. I promised myself to only have one when I'm in a really bad mood.
That night I told two people. Of course, one of those people told JC. She freaked, and made me promise to quit. I ended up telling more people too, they all made me promise to quit. I kept promising, but I never tried. I wanted to, but something was controlling me, a little monster inside me, making me forget my promises, and I kept smoking, but only one cigarette a day.
Soon that went to two, only no one knew except me. Then I told someone I hardly knew, his name was Efflin. Efflin made me promise to quit, and it was that moment that I realized how much I was addicted, and how much I am hurting myself, and others.
I then left a note with my councellor, she hasn't got back yet, but I am trying to quit, I am killing myself, at the age of 14. I haven't made my dreams and goals yet, I am unable to run, I can't go more than 12 hours without crying for one. I love how good it feels, but it is not worth it. I have to hide it, I have to spend money on it, I get really moody, It isn't fair to me, or to anyone else.
For all you smokers, Quit. you WILL feel better.
for all you others, don't start.
if I do die someday of lung cancer, I will still die with a smile on my face if I know I might of saved someones life with just this story.
Weed is healtheir than Smoking. That should tell you how bad it is.