It was a lovely weekend as I was invited to go out with my close friend Brian. A perfect weekend indeed; without homework, with good weather and nothing better to do. As I get into the van, I start to think about things we could possibly do; skateboarding, video games, going out to eat, my mind was considering many activities. The ride was okay, about thirty minutes or so until we finally arrived. Once we got to the neighborhood, we found the house and parked in the driveway. My father dropped me off and left slowly like a suspicious character. I start to approach the door, nervousness filling me for some strange reason. I stopped and knocked on the door at the same time, as if he was waiting there. “Hey Lawton!” » Brian said as I walked in, my eyes adjusting to the change in lighting. Once my vision was no longer impaired, in front of me, lying on the coffee table, I saw what our activity for the day was and responded with a listless greeting. Drugs, lined up, organized and distributed on the table. I cautiously walked towards the illegal substances, examining each one as I went. Then, in the corner of the room, I noticed a guy who seemed suspicious at first glance. His eyes were bloodshot, scanning the room quickly as if he had lost something important. I looked at him and he looked back and greeted me, "Hey, I'm Hunter, nice to meet you." As we shook hands, “Likewise,” I replied. A moment of awkward silence as I continued to watch, it only lasted a few seconds before Brian said "Well let's get this party started shall we", he accompanied me, telling me about every variety of marijuana, then finally a bag which contained stems. Before I could ask what the stems were, he said, "These are the big fi...... middle of paper...... the effects were almost instantaneous, the hill became a huge slope steep, full of colorful colors. flowers smiling and dancing with the wind. The sky became a giant swirl of white and blue rocking back and forth. Watching Hunter and Brian roll down that hill with ease on their double-disc machine, I became more aware of the bright, lit path before me. I mounted my double disc machine and began my descent, the path behind me turning gray with each advance. I was going faster and faster, and in front of me was my final destination, a black hole very tall and very thin in width. He lit up and gave off a dark aura that attracted me, the closer I got, the more I heard him call: “Otherwise Lawton! », “You’re going to crash!” » , “Not the post!”. When I heard his call, reality seemed to cling to my brain, but before I could escape the danger, it was too late..