When The Clock Goes Backwards

Chapter 2

Hi my name is Andrew. I'm sixteen years old, my favorite color is blue, my favorite movie series is Star Wars, oh and I'm writing this before I commit suicide. So. Let's begin shall we!

It was June 13, 2013. My fourteenth birthday. I had just gotten home from the public swimming pool and I was tired. I walked up to the front door of my house. My white house, with blue rimmed windows, a brown roof and a porch bigger than the master bedroom (which was really big). I grabbed my set of house keys from my backpack full of cloths and other things, and opened the door to my house. When I walked and the first person it saw was my mom.

"Happy birthday Andrew," Mom shouted with her voice full of excitement.

"Oh god Mom, please don't do this to me again!"

There is one more thing you should know about me... I HATE MY BIRTHDAY! The thing is, I don't know why? When I was six I just decided that I hate my birthday, and I'll never know why. Or at least I can't remember why. Anyway back to 2013!

Mom lead me to the kitchen where the whole gang was there. Grandma, my brother Avery, my older sis Jessica, my uncle Phil (who was staying the summer with us) and my step-dad John. Then they all sang the happy birthday song mexicano style, ate cake and ice-cream, tried to play Pictionary (but stopped because Phil got a little too competitive over a drawing of CatDog), and then opened presents. I got a FX lightsaber, a Box-O-Fun© magic kit, and a new silver and black hoodie. After that I went into my room to sleep off all the birthday smell. or so I thought I would be doing.

"Hey meathead, come on we're going somewhere." Jessica said in a hushed voice

"What!" I responded, not getting the hint to be quite

"Shut up dumb-ass. Get up I'm taking you somewhere cool."

I checked the clock on my nightstand wondering what time it was.

"What? At three a.m.? Where?"

"Shut up and put some pants on."

So I got up put some pants on and rather she taking me somewhere, I drove us there because she said she was "too tired" to drive. Oh don't worry, I only almost killed use once. Anyway it took about forty-five minutes to actually get there, and when we did. We were in a junkyard.

"There we are." Jessica grinned

"Why are we in a junkyard Jess?"

"This is why."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a lighter and a ziplock bag filled with a green plant which I knew too well.

"Is that marijuana?"

" First off it's called weed and yes it is. Oh, and it's my b-day gift to you."

"No Jess, I'm not going to smoke marijuana. Mom said-"

"I know what Mom said, but we're different. We're not like Dad. You're not like Dad. I know you could handle yourself if you smoked it."

"It's a gateway to other drugs. I'm not smoking it."

"Oh please, it's not even a drug. It's a plant that you just so happen to light on fire, smoke, and alters your state of mind."

She just looked at me with that look. You know. That kind of look your mom would give you to make you do something? Whenever Jess gave me that look, well, let's just say I have a bad habit of doing whatever it is she told me to do.

"Okay, but only for a little while." I answered willingly

"Alright!"

She lit the marijuana filled cigarette looking thing and passed it to me.

"Okay, now just inhale with it touching your lips and-"

"Jess. Really? I'm pretty sure I can handle myself."

I inhaled and the taste was as sweet as a cherry but it burned like a wildfire inside my throat. And before I knew it a little while turned into three hours. When we were done she drove us back, and I went to sleep. Let me tell you, marijuana maybe a gateway to other drugs, but it'll give you dreams that nothing else in the world could give you. And Jess was right. It wasn't a drug. It was a way of life.