Drugs:
a substance in which has a physiological effect when ingested or otherwise introduced into the body.He took my hand and walked me back to his friends.
They were all jocks and what people considered popular.
They were muscular and tall, at least 6ft7.
I'm guessing by their jerseys, they're football players.Phil smiled at me.
It made any worries I had, go away.
His friends greeted me with pats on the back.They handed me a blunt.
Atleast I think that's what it was.
They told me to take a hit, it'll make me feel good.
I'm not entirely sure what that mean.
Phil said it will be fine.I've known this boy for maybe about 45 minutes and I'm already feeling peered pressured.
I look at the blunt filled with weed in my hand, then look at all the eyes staring at me.
Decisions.
Should I smoke it?
What will happen if I do?
I've only ever drank before.
Smoking was fairly new to me, it intrigued
me.I decided to give it a try.
Live a little.That's what we came here for in the first place.
I took a hit and I felt the smoke in my system.
It felt good. I felt relaxed.
I took another hit.
The jocks cheered me on.Phil pat me on the back.
The night was filled with laughter and weed.
It was an extraordinary night.

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Wallflower? (Phan)
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