My First Time Smoking Weed

Meet The Family

Oh where do I begin? The part where I tell you I was a scrawny little boy with a drill sergeant father. Do I tell you I had an evil stepmother, and three evil step sisters? Was I the realistic male version of cinderella? Absolutely not. Cinderella didn't have a little sister a year younger who stood in the same spot as me. Oh, and my birth mother was still alive. That is where this wonderful tale begins. I was 14 years old, and my little sister Dianna was 13 years of age. It was summer vacation.

My mother had gotten a two week mandatory visit with Dianna and myself. We were excited to go. We were thrilled to spend what little time we had with our brothers, and sisters.

In this story I am changing names, but if you know my family, you know who they are.

We got dropped off two hours from where my father, and stepmother lived. We were relieved to get away. My father, although a great man, was very strict. My mother, although a great woman, was not. We had freedom! I specifically remember standing out front of my mother's trailer. My father had driven away, and I yelled my favorite phrase from the movie braveheart. "FREEDOM!" My brother, let's call him Riker; came from the left side of the trailer. "FREEDOM!" he yelled after me.

The phrase seemed to fit him much more. Me? I was small, and lanky. I stood just above 5', but my brother. That was a different make, shape, and build. He stood a little over 6', and muscle built. He had broad shoulders, and a very dark tan complection from his head to his toes. He towered over everyone in the family. Which, in the work he was in at that time it came as an advantage.

"Let's go in and see everyone. Ma is at work, but everyone else is here." he said, as he grabbed one of my bags, and led Dianna, and I to the front door.

The old unrepaired storm door screeched as it opened. We walked in, and darkness loomed over my eyes. It may be because sheets, and curtains covered all of the windows from its natural sunlight, or because the sun from outside blinded my in depth sight. It was one of the two. Pretty sure it was the first one though.

Sarah sat on the couch playing the playstation 2. She very much enjoyed playing that one simpsons game where you drive around, and pick up famous characters from the beloved show. Sarah was skinny. Not as skinny as Diana or myself, but still skinny. However we would all learn that would surely change. Sarah was as tan as Riker. They had the same father, and we all had the same mother. Sarah was the third oldest of five. She was 2 years older than myself.

"Hey guys." she said as she didn't look at us. She was deeply into her game. Riker led us to the back room, where our stuff would be placed for the next two weeks. It was a small room. It had a bed with a box spring, and metal frame. In the opposite corner was a t.v. with an xbox connected. It did have its own bathroom with a toilet, and sink, which I thought was pretty cool. The coolest thing in the room through was the electric guitar owned by my brother.

I guess he noticed me staring at it. He picked it up, and started playing. He was good. The rhythms he made were pretty sweet. He showed me a few things, and told me to practice.

So, I am jumping into the story a little bit. It's time to meet the rest of the family.

It was about two hours later, after our initial arrival, when a red dodge truck pulled up. Sarah was doing the dishes, and I decided to help. Dianna had found an attraction to the same simpsons game. "Jim is here with Dylan and Cassidy." she said as she looked out the kitchen window. "That is just one good looking family." she responded to the walking of the three.

This was Diana's and my first time meeting our mother's new boyfriend, and his kids. Of course I was excited, but also nervous. They stepped into the door, and instantly Riker, and Dylan were fist bumping, and doing whatever type of handshake they did. I just continued to dry the dishes while they all walked in.