It was a nice weekend because I was invited to hang out with my good friend Brian. A perfect weekend actually; no homework, nice weather and nothing better to do. As I get into the van I start to think about things we could do; skateboarding, video games, eating out, my mind contemplated numerous activities. The ride was decent, about thirty minutes or so before we arrived. Once we entered the neighborhood, we found the house and pulled into the driveway. My father left me and slowly walked away like a suspicious character. I begin to move closer to the door, a nervousness dwelling within me for some strange reason. I stopped and knocked on the door opening it at the same time as if he was waiting there. "Hey Lawton!" Brian said as I took a step forward, 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 was for the day and responded with an apathetic greeting. Medicines, lined up, organized and scattered on the table. I walked carefully toward the illegal substances, examining them one after another as I passed. Then in the corner of the room I noticed a guy, who at first glance seemed shady. His eyes were bloodshot and quickly scanned the room as if he had missed something important. I looked at him and he looked back at me with a greeting, “Hey, I'm Hunter, nice to meet you.” As we shook hands, “Also,” I replied. A moment of awkward silence as I continued to watch, lasted no more than a few seconds before Brian said, "Well, let's get this party started, shall we?" he accompanied me, telling me about each strain of marijuana, then finally a bag containing stems. Before I could ask him what the stems were, he said, "These are the big fi... middle of paper... the effects were almost instantaneous, the hill became a steep massif, full of colorful flowers." flowers that smile and dance with the wind. The sky became a giant swirl of white and blue that swayed back and forth. As I watched Hunter and Brian glide down this hill with ease on their double-disc contraption, I became more aware of the bright path ahead of me. I mounted my double-disc contraption and began my descent downward, the trail behind me turning gray with each advance. Faster and faster I went, and before me lay my final destination, a black hole very tall and tall and very thin in width. It illuminated and gave off a dark aura that attracted me, the closer I got the more I heard him shout: "On the contrary, Lawton!", "You're about to crash!" , "Not the pole!". When I heard his call, reality seemed to take hold in my brain, but before I could escape the danger it was too late.