remembered event

Smoking and Friends. It was a nice and warm afternoon on a summer holiday. I have been waiting for my best friend, Obinna to come back from a little vacation that he went to. I was so thrilled to share the news with him. I finally smoked marijuana, and the day that I tried it for the first time he was not present because he was on a vacation. I had always been the one who criticized people that smoked marijuana, including my best friend, so it was exciting to me to finally share the news with my friends. I was craving the praises and jokes that I would get from my friends especially my best friend. Smoking marijuana was not really a big deal. Although I initially hated it, I always knew it made you feel kind of cool. I was the only one in my group who haven’t tried marijuana. Many times I have been persuaded to try smoking marijuana, but I never gave in. But deep inside I had always felt that my friends would give me respect if I smoked with them. So, one evening I finally gave in. I was sitting with my friends under a tree with big and broad branches that created a perfect shelter; the weather was really nice so, it was almost impossible to resist smoking. They usually called it “smoking weather”. So I smoked with them absence of my best friend whom I criticized the most. It wasn’t really special; I didn’t feel any kind of way I just accepted that I am now a smoker. But I knew I really had to smoke with my best friend at least let him I have smoked for the first time. So I kept waiting for him to come back. As the day went by, I kept calling my friend to see if he was back already. He lived eight minutes away from my house. We lived in a gated community, the parents are never in the afternoon, so the children do whatever they want, only when their parents are not around. I finally got a call from him on his arrival, so quickly I rushed down to his house so hyped. My