So there we were by the creek, my first time getting high with sixteen year olds. I felt amazing but realized that eventually I'd have to go back home and possibly explain why I have mud all over my pants but then again that was a usual occurance at the creek so maybe no one would notice. I finally made it home around suppertime and as I had hoped no one asked about my pants or where I had been. It was later that night when everyone was out walking that I saw my love drive down the road and wave at me. My heart melted, and I froze to the spot making up the excuse that they wanted me to go play ping pong with them because now we could have the challenge of winner plays me. It worked, and I went back down to smoke it up this time in the basement and then in the car. It had never occured to me that I had plenty of oppertunites to learn about sex in there, instead I learned about cars, other drugs, and drinking. A few months passed of me regularly going to smoke with them and I turned 13 that november. Well for my birthday present we got high and I started drinking one of my first ever beers. Cotton mouth and beer didnt mix so I had to drink a shitty cocktail of vermouth and beer. Hell it was the only thing we had so we had to work with it. I never got completly trashed with them and eventually they started going out more since they were after all older than me and had sexy girls calling them [[ I assume they were sexy girls because they looked good ]] so I had to start buying weed from them and I bought my first bowl at 13. I had been taught to pack it, roll some joints [ which I sucked at and still do ] and how to break it up and pick out seeds so I was easily getting high whenever I could afford too. Drinking was a little bit harder because I live with a traditional and conservative mother who believes in going to church as often as possible and that girls should be ladies wearing dresses and skirts and not playing so much with the boys. I still stole a beer from the neighbors bbq when possible to get a lil buzz. Now then the real fun begins a few months later when school ended once more and summer began. This was the summer where I began to chill with new people and go new places. I learned the art of selective truth telling, juggling complex lies that were always on the verge of blowing up in my face and not giving out my real name.
