My Weed System

Smokin the book

"Come 'ere Quinny boy~" One of the boys slurred through the hallway. In their hand they dangled a Ziplock bag with crack inside.

"Give me back my stash you sick fucks! Do you know how long it took me to get that?!?" Quinn shouted while rushing over to the group of boys holding his well earned crack above his reach.

"Listen to this guy!" a blue haired boy said. "He actually wants us to believe he could afford this junk! I know your broke ass can't even afford deodorant." The boy leans down towards Quinn's curly hair and sniffs him.

"Oh, so are you going to bark too like a good boy?" Quinn snaps at them.

The boy glared at Quinn before grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head back, causing Quinn's body to have to bend backwards to avoid a neck injury.

"Ow- You crazy bastard!!" Quinn scowled. He tried to kick the boy in front of him, only to get stopped relatively easily.

Whilst the other boys laughed at Quinn's failed attempt of escape, the bell had rung, indicating that school was officially over. 

Quinn was dropped to the floor and left there to sulk. "Sons of bitches" he sneered.

As he went to check his locker, he realized it was rummaged through. They broke his bong, and replaced his weed with cabbages.

"YOU BASTARDS!!" Quinn screamed in rage. As he just spent his life savings on that shit.

---

It was nearly evening time, and Quinn was busy packing up the few things he had in his duffel bag.

He lived in a small studio, a singular large room with a stove  and a bathroom in the corners. His bed a mess of blankets and cushions he had collected throughout the years. He had a small table and chair on the corner opposite to his bed. On that desk lay an old book that had been passed down to Quinn once his parents passed.

They had died when he was the age of ten. A sad reality for Quinn, only hearing that they died in a war against a powerful alien race, the Dalki. The reality was that they were zoinked out of their fucking minds and got run over by a battle tank.

The driver was also absolutely baked. It's a wonder how the humans have managed to get a peace treaty with the Dalki. Maybe they gave 'em the secret to growing the bush. I don't fucking know, humans are spontaneous.

Anyways, Quinn finally finished packing up his smelly ass clothes in his definitely-unwashed-in-several-years duffel bag.

"Finally, I can focus on smoking this damn book."

Quinn, like all the other kids, wanted to smoke ability books to get stronger. That way he could baja blast the fuck out of his bullies.

But his so-called ability book, never fucking opened! He tried acid, piss, fire, his bare hands, literally almost every element on the periodic table (he had to go to the hospital for handling some of that shit), and he even tried taking a fat shit on it.

Since none of those worked, Quinn wanted to try one last time. He was going to sniff it like it was crack.
"If this doesn't work I'm going to throw you at the wall" Quinn spoke to the book like it was alive. It was in fact, not alive. Stupid bitch.

Quinn spent the next 5 minutes in absolute silence, taking giant whiffs of the book, even using a straw to sniff it. Obviously none of that worked.

"Man... this... why did they give this to me? Stupid piece of SHIT!" He angrily threw the book at the wall, as cheap as his studio is the walls are pretty sturdy and the book bounced off the wall and into his face.

"AUGH FUCK!" Quinn wailed.

The book had hit him square in the nose, causing him to bleed, and knocking his glasses off. Quinn covered his face, crying like a little bitch and regretting his previous attempt of getting rid of the book.

His tears and blood fell onto the book, and it began to light up. 

Quinn couldn't believe his eyes. His glasses were knocked off and he's basically blind as fuck. So seeing his hand-me-down ability book start glowing and floating in the air, he thought it was his terrible vision.

The book began to give off a blinding light, and right before Quinn passed out from blood loss, he heard an almighty voice echo his room.

"BE NOT AFRAID LITTLE ONE. FOR I SHALL TAKE PITY UNTO THOU. BEHOLD YOUR..."

And then Quinn passed out before the book finished speaking.