Faith picked up her feet as she trudged along, the cigarette between her fingertips unlit. She was out of matches and she was sure someone had swiped her lighter. No way she had just lost it. She wasn't stupid.
Flicking absently at a strand of hair, she came up to the swings, annoyed not to find herself alone there. What was it with people invading her favorite hangouts?
She took a hold of the heavy metal chains, swung her legs over the swing and plopped down. Didn't notice the other girl's earphones.