So originally I wrote this as a reply to a post. However I put way to much work into it for it not to be a proper post. 15, right before my 17th birthday. I live in Washington which is medically legal so I managed to get some good quality blue dream. I hit about half a chamber of a bong. Cleared it following my sister. It was a bright sunny day, the smell of summer air reminiscent of fallen leaves and charcoal briquettes burning. I walked outside, and the lights exploded in vivid color. I studied my surroundings, feet bare against the warm summer grass. It was the greatest feeling of my life. It was my first experience with any mind altering substance aside from caffeine. Like something from an MGMT music video. The expression on my face must have been that of a child at christmas morning, a big grin from ear to ear. Not 10 minutes later my younger brother of 10 comes over to visit alone. He walks into the backyard where I must look like a complete retard with bare feet in the grass smiling like I'm mentally ill, he asks "Why are you smiling like that?" Now I'm a good lier, without skipping a beat I replied fluidly, with grin in full affect "I just took some sleeping medication, I'm tired". "I'm a genius" I think to myself. My brother replies "Oh, but why are you smiling like that". I look him in the eyes, oblivious to the fact of my bloodshot eyes and I reply "I just took some sleeping pills, I'm very tired". "Nailed it!" I said to myself in my head. "No way he suspects I'm high". My brother accepts my answer skeptically. "Alright" he says. He proceeds to announce his original intentions for the visit. "I got a new game, want to come over to my house and play?" As I'm about to reply an exception of the invitation I remember something I had seemingly long forgotten. I'm high. And I respond accordingly: "I'm tired, I just took some sleeping pills, I'm going to bed soon", I nailed it! Pure genius! He replies "Ok, tomorrow maybe?" "I can come over tomorrow" Just as I think I have smoothed talked my way out of this confrontation that seemingly had gone on for hours (Only about 2 minutes) he leaves me with one seemingly condescending comment. "Whats that smell?" He says with his back turned as he begins walking towards the front door. Before I could reply he had vanished. Seemingly uninterested in any witty reply I could muster. \n Finally I am alone one again. Except I'm not alone, I had forgotten my younger sister who had smoked with me was home. I went to check on her to make sure she was doing alright. She was asleep. I proceed to the living room where my foam mattress presides. My room was under renovation at the time and I was sleeping in the living room for what seemed to be a couple months. I head to my computer to watch youtube videos and listen to stereotypical stoner music. Before I could reach my computer, which resided next to my mattress, I notice a car pull into the drive way. "Oh shit" I cried exhaustedly. My mother had arrived home from the doctors office. I bet your thinking that after I had smooth talked my way out of a conversation in such a way that James Bond could commend that I would have devised an elaborate plan, right? In a hurry I dive for the covers of my mattress, where I proceed to lay motionless for 3 hours as family move in and out. I feel as though I have given my mother the slip, and then... grandma happened. "Jim" She says in a soft, loving voice. "Whats that smell". I go cold. I utter what I believe to be my last words I will ever speak. "..." "It was my sister"