The Punk Test

I read this book when I was young that was about teenage social acceptance and gangs, and in order to get into this one gang, you had to pass the punk test.  This involved letting somebody burn your hand with a lit cigarette.  When I was a Senior in High School, I hung out with a group of these six Freshman girls, who I thought were pretty cool.  I told them about the punk test and they all wanted to be burnt, to prove that they were not punks.

I told them that I was not interested in getting burnt with a cigarette, but they all dared each other and all six of them burnt each other with cigarettes.  It was awful and sometimes I can still smell the burning flesh.  It is amazing what people will do to prove that they are not punks.  I felt bad because if I didn’t tell them this story, then none of them would have done this.  I was the only one to punk out, but I was also the only one not in pain.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Dare” hosted by Yves.

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