My First Time Smoking Weed

Hero

I really didn't want this to be a chapter like story, but it seems to flow better that way. It is so I don't bore you as my reader with slow details of the days, and why it happened. So I say now, continue reading, and enjoy more of the stupid things we did in our two weeks.

No. We were not raised this way. It just seemed to happen. An instinct to have fun. Every child does something they would never do now. It isn't a regret, but merely a memory of, "What was I thinking?" So this chapter will be consumed of many different stories due to them all connecting in some such a way.

Let's start off with Sarah. Come to find out, she was pregnant. Way too early in the pregnancy to harm the child with the weed she had smoked. She did however quite anything harmful almost as soon as she found out. Even though she couldn't smoke anymore, she was very content with just watching, and talking. She was very excited to be pregnant. We were all excited for her.

I was young. I didn't really understand the concept of being a parent, but I had become so use to my family that i opened my mouth with stupid things. I specifically remember telling her, "Now you can't swallow the toothpaste when you brush your teeth." I think about it now. So stupid. Seriously, who swallows toothpaste in the first place? Makes no sense, but she was a good sport.

Ma was excited. A little upset i'm sure. She didn't show anger though. I believe she was more stressed at the thought of yet another body in the house. It was understandable. She was struggling. She was making it work, but still struggling. Jim coming into the picture was her answered prayer. Not only was he ex military, but he was a semi truck mechanic, and made good money. Thus the giant red dodge he drove. He helped her out more times then could count.

Riker on the other hand seemed to show his disagreement with this discovery. He was the older brother. He felt let down. Not as a father, but as a, "she could've gone far," or, "he expected more from her." I don't really know. He didn't verbally share anything like this with anyone, but you could see it in his eyes. He was upset.

Due to this, Riker wasn't around a lot for the next few days. He was out with steve, selling, and smoking, and doing whatever it was they did.

That's when Dylan and myself got close. Riker wasn't around so we started hanging out more by ourselves. Diana hung out with Cassidy, and Sarah. They didn't want to leave her out. It honestly was a boring couple of days.

We mainly smoked a little weed. We played call of duty all day! Literally. We woke up, ate, smoked, played cod. Not really much to it.

Then 3 days later, the fun began again.

Riker walked into the front door. Ma, and Jim were at work. Cassidy was at her mother's house. Sarah, Dylan, Diana, and myself were still at the house. Riker stepped through the door fully clothed, which was strange, because he usually went shirtless. He walked back to the room, but first calling Dylan, and myself to follow him. He walked without bending his knees. It was Hilarious.

We got to the back room, and shut the door. Riker pulled his shirt off, and we saw two wooden butts. Riker then went into his pants, and pulled out two .22 caliber rifles.

"Where did you get those?" Asked Dylan as he took one into his hand. "I bought them from D-Block. I just had to hide them." He responded. "Who is D-block?" I asked. "He is our neighbor. He lives two houses down, about half a mile away." He responded. We looked at the rifles. We all wanted to shoot them, but RIker wanted to wait a few days.

"Let's go over there, and smoke some weed." Riker stated. Everyone agreed. The two girls stayed at the house though.

We walk out to the road, and start left. Riker had already rolled one, and we were smoking it on the way to his new friend's house. That's when trouble happened.