Sitting on the steps at school, you see her again. The punk girl with dark lipstick, fishnet stockings, tattoos and chipped nail polish. Ugh. You try to get away from her but she lures you in again.. like every other time before. She shows you this little brown vial and calls it aroma. She found while snooping through drawers at home and asks if you've ever tried it. Once again, you're not entirely keen on the idea of being under the influence but you know that she always gets her way. She makes you sniff from the bottle, explaining that she tried it and got high for a little bit. She count... Show more