This story is about the first time I got high ….and an unfortunate series of events. For context, it was around summertime when I first moved into the suburbs after living in the city my whole life. I was about 15 at the time about to go in to freshmen year of high school. I wanted to make friends since I was the “new kid” and wanted to fit in right before school started. So I rode my bike around the neighborhood hoping one day some kids would see me and ask to hangout. My hopes had came true and some kids had asked me to play basketball with them. It was two brothers and their sister. The older sibling Marcus(M15), the younger brother Steve(M14) and the sister Nila(F17). So all had went well, we hung out almost every week throughout the summer and that was that. I had friends and felt happy in the new neighborhood. I was invited into their house one time and I noticed their way of living was a bit…strange to say the least. They only had a dad living at home and the dad always gave me some sort of uneasy vibe, like he had regrets.. or he was hiding something. He had those big lucid eyes that could see right through you. Anyway I didn’t think much of it since I didn’t want to judge, I noticed the house was messy full of junk but I thought that was normal since they might have been low income, until I peeped through the door of all the kids rooms and all of their bedroom windows were shut with boards and nails. I really just brushed it off and thought “oh maybe the window broke” and just continued hanging out with them. Fast forward around half a year later into spring. Everything was normal, I adapted to the environment and felt comfortable in school, and that was that. At the time, Marcus was my best friend, and I always had a crush on his sister but I never thought I had a chance with her because she was close to being done with her junior year of high school and I was just a freshman….but I figured it’d be worth a shot to flirt with her a little bit. So me and Nila send each other messages back and forth and things are going amazing. I can tell she’s into me. So I ask her to hangout, she agrees but she says she’s not allowed to see any guy by herself because her dad is extremely strict, and I had just gave up and said “its fine I understand” but that’s when she came up with the crazy idea of us sneaking out together. At first I thought she was crazy even thinking about such an idea, since I always the stereotypical “square nerd” that doesn’t get himself into trouble. I thought about for about 3 days and finally came to the conclusion that I don’t live in the city anymore..I’m in the suburbs! I can do whatever I want since it said to be safer around these types of areas. So I agree, I shoot her a text that says I’m down. For her it was easy to sneak out, as she always took her dogs on a walk around 11-12 at night. On the other hand I had to pretend that my brother’s room was more comfortable while he was off at college so that I could sneak out of the downstairs window since my room was upstairs. So we sneak out a few times together and I don’t get caught. I thought to myself “I’m pretty good at this” . Throughout those times she would have an electronic weed disposable that smelt like strawberries. Which gave this nostalgics night smell to me. This was the first time I had ever smoked, but not gotten high! Me and her were convinced that the weed didn’t have any effect on me and I was immune lol. (Turns out I just wasn’t doing it right). Everything was going amazing, I felt like such a boss for messing with a girl older than me and the risk just made everything more fun. Okay here’s the part where I ACTUALLY get high, me and Nila always snuck out to the middle school playground that was around a 2 minute walk for both of us. She would wrap the dog’s leash around the playground since she knew I was scared of them since I was a kid. Gosh I hated those big ass scary dogs but I did everything just to see this girl. So we made out on top of the playground and this time I decided to smoke again…but this time it actually worked. I inhaled and I felt different. It felt like everything was in slow motion like I was moving in pictures. I knew I was high but I felt comfortable knowing that she was at least there to reassure me since it was my FIRST time. around 1 minute later she gets a call from her dad. “YOU HAVE TAKEN TOO LONG COME HOME NOW BEFORE I COME GET YOU!” So she says “okay dad I’m on my way” so she removes the leash from the playground and we start walking to the entrance of the school because that’s usually where we go our separate ways back home. I was a few steps ahead of her while walking and that’s when I hear her giggling her ass of so I turn around and I see this big white dog charging straight at me, the high was at its peak right now, my heart was racing, and I was scared as fuck. So I start running all across the field while the dog is chasing. I was a skinny 120 lbs freshman so this dog managed to tackle me over. I swear it felt like an action scene. While I was on the ground I was laying looking to my right when I see the dog come straight at my face with its mouth and sharp teeth wide open. I don’t know how I managed it but I did a sit up which made me dog the bite last second. Impressive how I pulled that off so quick while being high. I managed to get back on my feet and ran again, but this time I tripped on the concrete and scraped my knee so bad it was all red and bloody. I couldn’t manage to get up anymore so I just laid there with my legs scrunched up and my hands over my head. The dog came straight at my back and started biting me. Thankfully the dog didn’t get much bites in since Nila grabbed the dog leash while she was biting. She was laughing the whole time I was running for my life. Which pissed me off but at least she finally got the dog. I got back on my feet, still high and I asked if she could walk me home because I didn’t feel good. I felt paranoid. She says no and walks her own separate way home. I had to walk 2 minutes back to my house which felt like 20 minutes. While I’m walking on the street I hear a voice calling me “yo” “yo”. I turn around and it was a group of men hanging outside of their garage. At this point I have never been so scared in my life. So I run straight behind the side of my garage and stay there for a few minutes. Then the voices stop calling me, but I can still hear them talking and laughing. So I decide to jump my fence but I realize that from my fence to my brother’s bedroom window, the group of men can see me. So I was outside sitting by my fence high as shit trying so hard not to fall asleep. I sat and waited for like 30 minutes and by this time it was around 1 AM on a school night. Eventually, I hear a car drive away and all the laughing and voices stop. So I’m clear to sneak back in. I run straight in to the window like I’m in call of duty. Close the window and go to sleep. This night was the last time I ever snuck out with Nila *this will be important later* I text Nila, asking her when I can see her again, and she didn’t respond for 3 days straight. I had thought she had just ghosted me and didn’t want to talk to me anymore. So I let it go. Then I get an email of her asking me to meet her after second period of class. So I don’t think much of it and meet with her. That’s when she tells me “my dad knows everything, he saw all of our messages” as soon as I heard this my heart dropped to my ass. She had also mentioned that the dad was gonna come to my house and tell my parents. I was paranoid the rest of the whole month. He never ended up coming. I know I was the talk of their house though. She had told me that the told all his kids to never hangout with me, never invite me over to the house, and never talk to me again. So I lost my best friend over this. I was basically forbidden. And I get why Marcus is mad I mean it’s his sister. But I just went on with life. And now it’s summer again. A year later after I moved in. I started running around my neighborhood to practice for cross country season. What I didn’t know was that I would have to keep an eye behind my back every time I ran. I remember the dad had an ugly white truck that was rusted at the bottom. You could not miss that rust. So when I would run he would stop right where I’m about to cross. As soon as I cross he would accelerate. He’d never catch me though. I don’t know if he held back or if it was just a threat. He would also try to follow me around the neighborhood but I would kind of trick him into going the wrong way. Fast forward a year later. I started texting Nila again. She had left her house considering the fact that the dad would not let her go outside. Not give her the right to work. Not give her the right to study or go to the military. So she had moved out secretly at night to go to the military. So she’s okay now. Anyway she had texted me and we would laugh about what had happened but she told me that the dad would mention how he wanted to kill me and run me over. Which made me realize I wasn’t being paranoid. He really was crazy. Well that’s my story about my first time being high. Thanks for tuning in I hope you enjoyed it. submitted by /u/mex7900 [link] [comments]
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