Can you create a opening for a story about a young adult female who doesn't tkae thier life seriously by drinking and getting high everyday, cheats on girlfriend and can't keep a job

**Title: Chasing Clouds** The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of fiery orange and deep purple, but Mia was already lost in a haze of smoke and laughter. Perched on the edge of a dilapidated rooftop in the heart of the city, she took a long drag from the joint between her fingers, the faint taste of sage and rosemary mingling with the sweet undertones of rebellion. Below her, the sounds of the bustling streets faded into a mellow backdrop, a perfect soundtrack to her temporary escape. “Another day, another bad decision, right?” she joked, nudging her best friend, Jess, who was sprawled beside her, swigging straight from a bottle of cheap vodka. It was their routine, one they had perfected over the past year—early morning hangovers transformed into late-night madness, each day a blurry repetition of the last. Mia's phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text from Rachel, her girlfriend of six months. *Where are you? I thought we were hanging out tonight.* The message seemed to pulse with a mix of frustration and concern, but Mia dismissed it with a shrug. Rachel didn’t understand; she was an anchor in Mia’s chaotic world, and Mia had never been one for stability. “Just tell her you got stuck in traffic,” Jess giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Mia shot her a grin—the kind that masked the sinking feeling in her chest. She didn’t want to break Rachel’s heart; she just couldn’t help herself. With another drag of smoke curling out of her lips, Mia turned her gaze back to the city—bright lights flickering like stars against the twilight. Each flicker felt like a reminder of what she was supposed to be, what she was running from. But tonight, it didn’t matter. She was high, she was numb, and in this moment, she was free. At least, that’s what she told herself. Little did she know, the high couldn’t last forever, and the clouds she was chasing would soon turn into a storm she couldn’t escape.