We were leaving the house to go to Modesto, with my friends and two other people. My friend's sister was the one taking us, her friend was going too. Her friend was rolling up something. At first I couldn’t see what she was rolling up until my friend told me. I was honestly shocked because I didn’t know they smoked. I was overthinking “I shouldn’t have come”. They lighted up the blunt they told us “You guys seem down, you guys want to hit it”? I didn’t want to do it at first. My friends kept telling me “Come on, you only live once”. 

I kept on saying no because that’s not something I would do. Minutes passed by and I finally argued, I wanted to try something new. I didn’t want to seem so boring to them, I wanted to seem cool to them. About 3o minutes passed and everything was going in slow motion. At first I thought the feeling felt great but when those 30 minutes passed my perspective changed. I was hungry, I wanted to get something to eat but didn’t want to ask. We stopped in Stockton to pick up someone. 

Me and my friends got out to stretch, my friends were acting so slow. One of them started to run, she said “ I feel like I’m floating”.Everything was in slow motion and so funny to me. Then we heard gunshots close by. I didn't know what to feel. I didn’t feel scared, I didn’t feel anything, just numb. We were finally back on our way to Modesto. I was so tired and felt so anxious, I wasn’t paranoid or anything. So disappointed in myself for doing something so dumb. I know not to do something just because someone else does it but that day taught me to actually listen to that, I was young.