— Being homeschooled had its pros and its cons (the cons definitely outweighed the pros).

You grew up having a very paranoid, helicopter mother and a workaholic father who really couldn’t care less what happened with you. This being, you were homeschooled from the age of 5 to now, 17.

It was kind of lonely, growing up with almost no social life and a hawk-eyed mother, that was until the Zweig’s moved in next door.

Patrick Zweig; the only child of Mr and Mrs Zweig, your best (and only) friend for the last three years. He’d been determined to give you as many of the normal teenage experiences he could before you turned 18 and legally weren’t a child anymore.

You’d been attached by the hip since you met him, and surprisingly, your mother believed he was genuinely a good kid and that the true bad influence he was. So, it was just a win on your part.

Tonight, Patrick had snuck into your house in the late of the night whilst your mom and dad were asleep. He told you that he was gonna give you the pleasure of being high for the first time.

The two of you were on your bed, the window open, your ceiling fan on high, even a towel under the door to keep the weed smell to a minimum incase your mother woke up.

“Alright, so m’gonna roll this and then I’ll teach you, kay?” Patrick explained to you while he pulled out small, thin, white papers and a baggie of what you assumed to be marijuana.