Monika’s Smoking Break of the Day

“It had been too many months since Monika’s hope and optimism shifted into apathy. Alone at this staircase during late afternoon was an opportune time to loosen up. As she dug for her crushed pack of cigarettes, Monika took a glance at the torn sheets of paper she casted away on the ground minutes ago. Three members. Just three members. Only three members since her club was made. Monika lit her fifth-to-last cigarette. A club this small and stagnant cannot survive in this school full of competition, especially when there are clubs that caters to vapid entertainment and loud senseless drama. A sigh of smoke climbed up the stairs.”