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Joint
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Rain. And lots of it. That's all there ever was in Washington. And that's all that ever rained down on me. Just cold hard rain that stung the back of my neck.
I was standing in the middle of the parkway as the rain fogged up the once dry day. I stood face-to-face with a man whom I had only seen a couple times before. My black hat with my black hood over it bocked the rain from stabbing my eyes. I stared my green newbie eyes into the man's cold brown ones. Though it was just me and him and a few other people, I felt like the whole world was staring at me, watching, just waiting for me to make a move.
"So what?" The man whose name I didn't know yet spoke. His dark skin was also covered in wetness from the stinging rain. It would probably hail soon. "You goanna take it or what man?"
One thing that annoyed me about this man was that he called me "man" when I was in fact a girl. Just a confused lonely fifteen year old girl. Of course I didn't know that then.
I licked my lips in hesitation. Even though the world around me was wet, my lips felt as dry as the sand in the dessert. "Yeah, man." With that I took my brown hand out of my soft jacket pocket and reached out for the three inch white wrap. I grabbed it as the man held it losely. Then he let it go and it was mine. I didn't know why my adrenaline was rushing so bad. Maybe it was because I had never done anything as bad as this before? I was about to get high with peoplel I hardly knew. What was I to do then? Run away and wimp out? Pretend like none of it ever happened? No. I wasn't going to be put in that situation and I certainly wasn't going to make myself be in that situaton. I had to stay, whether my heart was heating up in nervousness or not.
The friend that I knew well enough that had brought me to this place in time, her name was Jesse. She was the same age as me, though she was more experianced in everything else. And I mean everything. Sex, drugs, alchohol, dealing, gangs, everything! I didn't know how to keep up until she brought me to the joint. The joint would change everything, and not just me, but the way everyone looked at me too.
Jesse and I were best friends. I trusted her with eveything I had, she was like a cousin to me. Family is what I call her. I was a good little fifteen year old. I would do my homework after I got straight home from school. I had acceptable grades in school, I was nice to eveyone I knew even if they weren't nice to me. Jesse and I were like the two signs: positive and negative. Of course I was the positive and well Jesse was the negative. Everything Jesse did just seemed to sink her in deeper, trapping her in an endless pit of mud and sand. That no matter what she did, Jesse would akways be stuck, and there was nothing she could do to change that.
Back when everything made sense, when I didn't know what it meant to get hurt by that one person you thought was your everythong, back when I didn't know what best friends fighting meant, back when I didn't know what rumors were, back when I only had the love of my family, the caring of my friends, and the sanctuary of my good life, I felt like I knew who I was and what I was doing. It's hard to explain when you haven't experianced the darkness. Though you want to live in the light, you must experiance the darkness to understand it. Now I am nobody looking for I don't know what in a fogged up world that won't let me in. No matter how hard I nag on the doors, no matter how long I ring the doorbells, somebody inside thar is guarding the doors will not let me in because of the crimes I have comitted and the sins I will soon commit.
After I took the joint we all walked about three blocks north where a bog basketball with a huge covere placed over it sat across from Walgreens. Nobody was there today since it was raining and the court was closed. So the guys and I, including Jesse, went behind the court and smoked each other out. Everyone started lighting up except me. I just stood there not knowing how to hold or smoke a joint.
"Jesse, I don't know what to do." I held the joint up as I spoke. Jesse walked over and then lit the joint for me and told me to put it in my mouth and inhale. At first I coughed but she told me to keep doing it. Towards the end I started feeling a little woozy. I took one last drag and ultimatley, my life began.
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