Lyte it up 420

This is an ongoing story i figure i'll write, give me some feedback if you like it i'll keep it going (Note that I originally had this idea to include harder drugs, and some of the punishments might seem out of hand for the crimes, but i'll try to work it out the best i can, this is fictional, any characters names related to real people are not intentional, and all that other stuff they say at the end of movie credits!!!)

Chapter 1 - A little harmless fun

I sighed looking at my watch. "Where is he?" I moaned over to my friend Mike sitting on the couch.

"Who know's man, calm down." Mike said laughing. "He'll be here when he get's here...you're too paranoid"

I just got up and looked out the window of my apartment down to the street. Wiping some sweat off of my brow I lit up a ciggarette. "He's ten minutes late."

"Calm down Chris, just sit down." Mike said. "You're starting to annoy me."

"Sorry." I said, and hearing the buzzer bolted across the small apartment and hit the button on the wall. "See, I knew it'd all work out."

Mike just began to laugh hysterically. "Man you're priceless."

A few seconds later there came a knock at the door and I opened it up, welcoming my friend John into the apartment. "Everything go ok?"

"Of course, why wouldn't it?" John smiled, waving a small plastic baggie in front of my face. "Smell that ****" he said smiling.

Mike walked into the other room as I smiled, sweating nervously. I carefully and tenderly peeled the bag opened and took a deep breath in. "Smells good." I half said, half questioned.

Mike came back into the room with a cigar and a small trash can and sat back down on the couch. "Trust me bro, you'll learn to love that smell." he smiled as he broke open the cigar and emptied the tobacco into the trash can. "And maybe it'll help you quit those cancer sticks, this is the only place tobacco belongs." he said laughing.

I smiled sitting down on a chair across from Mike watching him work his magic in nervous anticipation. John came from the kitchen with a bottle of water and sat down next to Mike. "Don't worry." he said smiling at me.

"I know, I can't help it, weren't you nervous your first time?" I said, I looked down at my leg and noticed it tapping. I tried hard to make it stop but it seemed to be working by itself.

"Of course, but trust me when I say this, there is no reason to." John said smiling. I just nodded and walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water for myself, my mouth was already dry and I hadn't even started to smoke yet.

When I came back into the room Mike was already finishing up, licking the blunt and blowing on it to dry it off. I dragged the chair close to the couch and sat down next to them. My mind was racing, with anticipation, anxiety, excitment, all kind's of things, I just tried to ignore it.

"Ok, we only used half the bag, this is a very skinny blunt, we're going to do a 2hp, or a two hit pass, but you can start off taking one and passing it back, you won't need that much on your first time." Mike said passing it to John.

I nodded taking a sip of the water and smiling. "I'm ready." I said half heartedly. All those years of anti-drug ads and teachers and parents had certainly taken thier toll on me.

I watched as John sparked the lighter and held it to the end of the blunt in his hand. As smoke began to emurge from the tip he brought it to his lips and still holding the flame to the end pulled on it. He then took a few quick puffs and blew out the smoke.

"Those little puffs don't count as a pull," Mike explained to me "its just a way to make sure the blunt is lit and will stay lit." I nodded and continued to watch John as he inhaled his second hit and passed the blunt over to Mike.

Mike then proceeded to take a deep hit as I heard John coughing. "Good ****" he said and took a sip of the water. Mike nodded exhaling and took another hit, then passed it to me.

This was it, the moment I was waiting for, the moment that excited me and terrified me at the same time. I took the blunt and pulled on it. The paper tasted nice, like chocolate, and the instant I took my lips away from the blunt my lungs felt as if they were about to explode. I coughed more then I ever had before, my two friends laughing and being the couragous guy I am I took another pull, and held it in for two or three seconds before I went into another spasm of coughs, and passed it back over to John.

"Oh man." I said sipping on the water and still coughing as Mike continued to laugh and Mike promptly took his second hit and passed it back to Mike. I wasn't paying much attention to them now, as I now became more aware of my heart beating.

I snapped myself out of it as they passed me it again, and I found it easier to take a hit, but couldn't take as much smoke in, and couldn't hold it in as much, I managed not to cough as much, and took another small hit before passing it back off.

I tried to notice anything out of the ordinary but couldn't. My heart seemed to beat alittle harder, and possibly a little faster, but I couldn't really tell, I concentrated on it, and it seemed that the more I concentrated, the more harder it would pump.

"Well?" I shook my head and snapped out of my trance.

"Huh?"

"Do you want more?" Mike said laughing.

"Oh, sure." I said smiling and took the blunt. I was surprised to see how small it was. If I wanted to get high I'd better take two good hits, it'd be my last chance, and I was beginning to think that I would be a victom of not getting high the first time I smoked.

I took a big hit this time, as much as I could, and held back the coughs as long as I could. I then took another one, possibly even bigger then before, and held it as I passed it back to John. I reached for my water bottle coughing and smiled.

After a nice drink I sat back and watched my two friends. I felt light, like there was something protecting me from the outside world of reality. I felt as if I were floating, and wondered if this was what it felt like to be high, that I'd have to smoke when I woke up.

"No man, I told you I'd hook you guys up." Chris said.

"Yea, I'm sorry I doubted you." Mike said smiling.

"No man, I told you I'd hook you guys up." Chris said.

"Yea, I'm sorry I doubted you." Mike said smiling.

"No man, I told you I'd hook you guys up." Chris said.

"Yea, I'm sorry I doubted you." Mike said smiling.

I blinked, and shook my head. I had to wake up from this dream so I could smoke with them. They looked over at me and smiled. "He's gone."

"Wait a second, I just smoked..." I thought.

"Yes you did." Mike said laughing hysterically.

"I said that?" I said.

The two looked at me then at each other and burst out laughing even more.

"Holy ****, am I dreaming?" I asked.

"No man." Chris said laughing. "You're high, really high, I told you to take it easy."

"You did?" I asked. "Did he really?" I thought. The two just laughed even harder. What is so funny? I asked them. They just calmed down and turned on the TV. "I asked what was so funny?" I said.

"No you didn't." Mike said.

"No, not TV." Chris said smiling and moving over to the cd player. "He needs music."

I do? I said, "Why do I need music?" I thought to myself.

"You're just going to have to trust me on this one." Chris said. Mike just smiled and turned off the TV and leaned back on the couch.

I began to laugh, I didn't know why but it felt great to do it, it was as if I was fufilling my greatest earthly desire just sitting there laughing for no reason in particular. This caused a chain reaction of us laughing hysterically for a few minutes, or maybe a few hours, I couldn't tell.

Suddenly the room was filled with a beat, I recognized the trance song, but it sounded different. Somehow, the song had changed, I didn't know how, but it was different. My eyes closed automatically and I layed back in my chair.

My thoughts ceased, and I automatically focused on the music. It seemed so beautiful, so elegant, it was beyond words. I realized that I wasn't just hearing the music, I was feeling it, with each beat and each key a different part of my body felt a positive reaction.

My body felt covered in this wonderful warm blanket, my legs felt numb and tingly as if my soul was being pulled out of my legs. I couldn't believe I had waited this long to try it.

Who knows how long passed but the CD ended and we decided to watch some TV. Luckily just at that time the Simpsons were starting, which was one of my favorite shows, and I couldn't stop laughing, even as the beginning credits began to show.

The guys checked up on me to see if I was feeling ok time to time, which didn't bother me at all, and just set me off into more laughter, but pretty soon I did get a little hungry, and we decided to make a fridge run.

We didn't have much so I offered to share a pizza with them. They offered to pay but I refused, they had given me this experience, and I had to repay them. We went back to the simpsons, and continued laughing and talking to each other. Everything I said seemed to make so much sense, and have so much clarity, it was amazing.

The pizza arrived right at the end of the Simpsons, as if on cue, I got a little nervous that he would know that we were high, but Mike offered to pay. I tried to stay calm and not burst out laughing as he opened the door and payed the man, and surprisingly I was able to control myself.

I nearly mobbed Mike out of the pizza box, and just grabbed out a slice without a plate to put it on or anything. It tasted so good, the best thing I had ever tasted in my life, my mouth seemed to work on it's own, leaving enjoying it the only thing that I had to do.

A few seconds later the pizza was gone, I inhaled the thing without even noticing it, crust and all, I reached for another slice but the guys warned me not to eat too fast. "A stomach ache is the last thing you want, it'll ruin your high."

So I sighed and sat back, and as I focused on the tv show my desire for food soon dissapeared as I laughed histerically at the show. I didn't even know what was going on, but every little thing seemed so funny. I was having such a great time and I didn't want it to end.

Of course it did, a few hours later, when they had to leave. The pizza was gone, and I was getting tired. Before Chris left he left the number of the dealer, in case I wanted to buy some tomorrow, and he also left me the rest of the bag, as well as one of his pipes to borrow. I thanked him and Mike so much for everything, and they just laughed and said thier good-byes, to them it was just another day, but for me, it was the day that changed my life, I had found my drug of choice.

imported_cky

I like that story , it was really good and good describing details. I cant wait for chapter 2!

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Chapter 2

I smiled as I opened my eyes, my body still felt a nice relalxing warm fuzzy feeling as I stretched at sat up in my bed. I had smoked some more of the bag last night and fell asleep soon after, and wierdly I still felt high.

It wasn't that much of a high and I realized how better it would be if it were, so I went over to my desk and got the bag and pipe that I hid in the drawer. There wasn't much left, enough for one bowl, and as if were already a regular smoker, I packed it and smoking it without coughing much at all.

I smiled, the familier feelings of yesterday returning, as I went downstairs to get something to eat for breakfast. I didn't feel like cooking anything so I just got a bowl of Lucky Charms and a glass of milk.

Much like the pizza last night the bowl of cerial now tasted better then it had ever tasted before, and I wanted to call up John and tell him how much I was loving it, and thank him again for introducing me to pot, and killing all the propagandish thoughts that I had ever had.

"Hello?" John's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey John it's me."

"Oh hi Chris, whats up?"

"Nothing much, I just woke up and smoked the rest of that bag you left me."

He laughed. "Good stuff huh, I told you that you had nothing to worry about."

"Yea I know, I want to thank you again for it man, I know I musta been a pain in the ass with all my nervousness." I said laughing

"No not at all, like I said its understandable for someone who grew up with an anti-drug christian setting."

"Yea I guess, I'm thinking maybe I should try and learn more about the truth, and tell my mom about it."

"Well you could if you want, but I doubt she'll buy into it, I've met her and she's really very brainwashed."

I sighed. "I know I just don't want my brother growing up the same way as me, and if he finds out the truth he might think that what he heard about harder drugs were lies too, I really don't want him messing up his life."

"Well, its you're choice man, I'd think you'd have an easier time reaching your brother then your mother, but theres still always the chance that he'll relay the information back to your mom and get you in trouble."

"Yea I guess...hey I was wondering if you wanted to smoke some more today."

He laughed. "You just smoked and you want more? Damn what did I do to you."

I laughed back, I was still pretty high, but it seemed that it was starting to wear off after I had finished eating. "It's not like that, I just have nothing to do today, and want to take full advantage of this three day weekend, trust me I'm not stupid, this is going to be a weekend only activity."

"Yea yea, well I'll tell you what, I got to help my friend move today, but I gave you my guys number right?"

"Yea."

"Ok, so if you want you can pick it up and then meet me on 5th, thats where my friend is moving, after I finish helping her we can go back to your house and smoke, around four or so."

"Sure."

"Aite man I'll talk to you later."

I hung up the phone smiling and looked at the clock. It was already two. I gasped realizing how late I had slept. I then laughed to myself and got up to take a shower.

The shower was amazing, I would have to take one again when I was really high, maybe buy a few extra bags to smoke tomorrow and just spend time alone around the house finding things that weed could enhance. I had just gotten paid on Friday, and my bills were all paid, so I figured I could stand to splurge.

I got out of the shower and got dressed, noticing it was now 2:30, "wow." I said to myself as I picked up the phone dialing the number that John had given me.

"Ya?" a scratchy voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Uh, yea hi, is this Lance?"

"Uh huh, who is this?"

"Hi, this is Chris, I'm a friend of John." I said softly.

"John who?"

"John Dovall, I believe he saw you yesterday?"

He chuckled. "Yea he said he might have someone callin me soon, I didn't realize it'd be this soon, what you need?"

"Well, I'm not really sure how this works..." I stumbled out.

"Its ten a bag, how many bags do you want?"

I thought to myself. "Four."

"Aite, meet me at the corner of 5th in about fifteen minutes."

"Ok." I said hanging up the phone. I had just realized that the phone call had made me really nervous. The high had just about worn off and I was just feeling a little calm before I had talked to him, now the anxiety of yesterday had returned. I sighed to myself and left the apartment.

I sat in the car tapping my foot looking around hesitently. I looked at my watch for what seemed like the 100th time and figured he should have been here by now, but realized I had no idea what this guy looked like.

I sighed getting out of the car and leaning against it. "You Chris?" A voice came from behind me.

I jumped and turned around surprised to see a young kid there, he couldn't even had been 17, he wore a big bubble jacket and a hat that hid the top half of his face. He laughed when he realized that he scared me. I just nodded and walked over to him.

"You're new huh." He said smiling. I nodded again. "Lets see it." He said. I realized he was talking about the money and took out the two twenties, handing it to him. He looked at the center of it and smiled taking off a backpack and opening it.

He dropped the bag on the ground and took out a big ziplock bag, inside were alittle more then a dozen little baggies, the same ones that John had brought over the other day. "Since you're a friend of John I'll let you pick which bags you want, just make it fast." He said handing me the big bag and taking out his wallet to put the money away.

I reached into the bag to just pick whichever 4 I found first when I jumped hearing a siren. Lance gasped and bolted away down the street. I turned my head to see a small car drive up to me. Two men who I knew from watching Cops were undercover came out screaming for me to put my hands up.

I took a step back dropping the bag and put my hands up. My heart sank looking at the floor, and realizing what was happening, a big baggie of individually packaged pot, next to a backpack filled with god knows what else leaning against my car and a guy with his wallet out with me reaching to get bags of pot, I have just been arrested for selling drugs...

420rolling

nice ending man, write the next one, i want to know what happens. Don't let him get into hard drugs, that would suck.

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chapter 3 will be up tomorrow or later tonight if im really bored hehe... if u couldn't tell by the name of the story it is a sad story, i just wanted to start it off with something nice heh

imported_cky

Man thats sweet , I liek your two chapters so far its good in detail so i can imagin whats going on in my head and just one thing though when i saw "chapter 2 busted" i knew he was gonna get busted , not trying to tell you how to write but i think it would have be cooler to have that little suprise at the end.
Oh and cant wait for chapter 3

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Chapter 3

I thought for a split second about running, but the two guns aimed directly at my heart killed that thought pretty fast.

"Get down!" One of them screamed. I held up my hands and was pushed down to my knees. One of them held the gun a few inches away from my face as the other picked up the large ziplock bag and the backpack.

I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't, my mouth was dry my heart was racing and I was one step away from either pissing my pants of bursting out crying. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself somewhere else, maybe it was just a dream and I would wake up, but once I felt the cold steel handcuffs's being placed on me and the pain brought me back to reality, I realized that this was no dream. The officer began to read me my right's as the other took the bags and brought them back to the car.

They led me into thier car and put the backpack on the seat next to me, I guess they had put the pot back inside. I tried to see what was in the pack but they had already closed it. I wondered why they were so quiet, from what I had heard they liked to question people, I guess that since they already had what they needed to arrest me they didn't need to ask me any questions.

I kept telling myself to stay calm, that it would work out, I wasn't selling I was buying, though I guess it wouldn't make much difference in me getting in trouble...I could lose my scholarship...I could lose my job, my apartment I just moved into, my car, my life! I sighed and tried to breath deep and calmly.

The two were talking to each other, as if I weren't even there. Laughing and joking around and I was back here in misery, I wanted to yell out and tell them I was in pain that they should acklowledge me, but I guess they just thought of me as another criminal.

Pretty soon we arrived at the station and they took me in for fingerprints and photo's, then they placed me in a holding cell. There were a dozen other's here, and my anxiety rose greatly as soon as the door was closed and locked behind me. I had seen alot of tv and movies, holding cells filled with rapists and murderers, and people getting into fights here before even being sentanced to jail.

I swallowed hard, I turned around to ask for a drink of water but the cop who led me here had already left. I sighed and looked around for a place to sit down. I sat down and my foot began to tap again without me telling it to as I quickly glanced around.

The place didn't seem to be filled with scary people, a few people were smoking, I could see some tatoo's, and a few people sleeping, or passed out. My anxieties died down a little bit as I didn't see anyone carving out thier name's with knives, or burning things.

I closed my eyes and again tried to imagine myself somewhere else, but by now I was feeling so hopeless that even the greatest memories and fantasies couldn't break the grasp of the situation I had gotten myself into.

"You look nervous." Someone said, as my heart jumped up my throat hearing it. It wasn't a harsh voice, but actually one of concern. I turned to see someone there smiling at me, my ignorence was really taking control of me as I thought that he might actually be hitting on me.

"Uh, ya." I squeaked out.

"Whatcha in for?" He asked, lighting up a ciggarette, he offered me one and I gladly took it.

"I'm not sure, they didn't exactly tell me."

He chuckled, lighting mine for me. "Well you should have asked, it's your right."

I couldn't help wishing that this was a joint instead of a ciggarette, but I quickly forced that thought out of my mind, I was in enough trouble already. "Yea I guess, they caught me when I was buying some pot."

"Were you near a school?"

"No."

"Then you should be fine, at most you'll get a fine and some probation, probably just a fine." he said reassuringly.

"Well, its alittle more complicated then that..." I said explaining how it happened.

His face went blank. "And you have no idea what was in the backpack?" He said after an uncomfortable silence.

I sighed and shook my head. "Why are you here?" I said trying to change the subject.

"I was caught smoking, don't ever use a pipe outdoors, after they searched me they found half a bag on me, I'm not to worried though its happened before, like I said I'll most likley just get a fine, though they might put me on probation this time." He said rolling his eyes. "I'm such a danger to society right."

I sighed and rested my head back against the cold wall. I couldn't help but envy him. "Hey, here's a tip." he said leaning closer to me. "Don't tell them anything, get a lawyer."

I nodded. An officer came and opened up the door calling him out. "Good luck." he said smiling weakly at me as he left.

I sighed and looked around, a few people were talking with each other, and I couldn't help but think that most of them were in here for the same reason that I was, where there any actual criminals in here? I had heard rumors of this, marijuana smokers being arrested like every ten seconds, but I never actually believed it, until now.

Time passed, I had no idea how much, since I hadn't worn my watch, but eventually they came for me, and I went out of the cell as they showed me into a small room for questioning. I sighed and sat down, asking the person who brought me in for a glass of water, she nodded and left.

Soon after another man came in, he wasn't in uniform and took a seat across from me. The women returned with a pitcher and some cups, and put them on the table leaving. I asked if I could pour myself a cup and he nodded, reading a file. I sighed and chugged down a cup, and poured another one that I started sipping on.

"Thirsty huh." He said eyeing me over his report.

"Yes sir." I said softly.

"I'm an agent of the DEA." He said finally closing the file and putting it down. "I was called in due to the severity of your crime."

"W-what?" I stammered. The DEA? What exactly did they find in that bag?

"Look, the local police have already caught your buyer, he told them what happened."

My heart sank. "But, I was the buyer I bought from him!"

"Look, the fact is that you are being charged with selling and trafficking illigal drugs." he said. "And reading your file I'm realizing that maybe thats not what you want to happen."

"I'm not quite sure I know what your getting at sir." I said softly. "Of course I don't want that to happen."

He smiled. "Alright, well I can let you go, free of any involvment, all I need is your supplier."

"But I don't have a supplier." I said. "I don't sell drugs."

His smile dissapeared. "Listen, the amount of drugs you had on you can put you away for a minimum of 15 years, that will ruin your life. You're in college are you not?"

"Yes."

"And you are there due to a scholarship?" I nodded. "Well if you are involved in this then your scholoship can be lost, your job can be lost, your home and car will be taken and sold, since they may have been bought with drug money."

"But I don't sell drugs!"

"But nothing, the evidence is enough to put you away but I want to be nice and give you a chance to save your future, get it on the right track, and I can only help you if you help me."

My mind scrambled to process this information. I now realized why there were no mirrors for other people to be watching. I gulped down the rest of the cup of water. "The only person I know who sells weed is the guy you already caught." I said softly.

"Alright, fair enough." He said standing up and fixing his tie. "I hope you can afford a lawyer."

A tear rolled down my cheek. "Wait." I said softly. So many thoughts ran through my head, my future, my mother, my brother, my friends, the life that I loved, I didn't want to lose it. "I might know someone."

imported_cky

oh no i hope its not John!!! good stuff keep it up

Lyte it up 420

lol thanks and u wont guess/believe who it is

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Chapter 4

Mellisa sighed trying to fix her makeup. "Anthony! Are you ready?" She screamed out of the small bathroom.

"I don't wanna go to church." Came the whiney voice from downstairs.

Mellisa rolled her eyes walking downstairs. "Listen to me, we go through this every week, you're going. And when we get back you're cleaning your room!"

"But mom! Most of that stuff is Chris'" He complained.

Mellisa sighed. "Chris moved out four months ago."

"So?"

"So you're saying he sneaks in the house at night just to mess up your room?"

"It's not impossible!" Anthony said with a grin.

She shook her head. "Just finish getting dressed, we are going to be late."

"Fine." He said pushing past her and going into his room.

She sighed again looking in a small mirror in the living room and going into the kitchen, pouring herself a small glass of water. She rubbed her temples in an attempt to get rid of a pounding headache...it didn't help. "Hurry up!" She screamed.

Anthony came running down, and bent down to tie his shoes. "Ok, ok I'm ready." He said.

Mellisa frowned looking him up and down. He was wearing a dirty t-shirt and jeans, his hair was uncombed and sticking up in different places. "You're going like that?" She asked.

"It's just church." He said shrugging and walking outside.

She just shook her head and followed out slowly, locking the door. Walking to the car she noticed her neighbor Tim approaching her. "Hello Mellisa."

She plastered on a weak smile. "Uh hi Tim, this really isn't a good time we're late."

He nodded. "I'm sorry it'll just take a sec, do you think that I could possibly use your garage to fix up my car? It's leaking oil and I don't really want to do it outdoors."

"Well I don't know..." She started, Tim hasn't really been that good of a neighbor, though he hadn't been that bad of one either, he usually kept to himself, never made any noise or trouble. "I don't want oil all over my garage either..."

"Oh don't worry about that I'll clean it up." He raised his index and middle finger. "Scouts honor." he said smiling.

She sighed looking at her watch. "Yea ok, just try not to mess anything up." She said, moving over to double check the door to the house inside the garage was locked."

"Thanks alot." He said smiling. "If you ever need anything just ask."

She just nodded and walked back to the car getting in. Tim waved as she pulled out and drove away. Tim went out to the street and looked down to see if she was gone. A few seconds later he went back into the garage and sat down on a stool.

Searching into his pocket he took out a cell phone and speed dialed a number. "Yea its me...yea its on." he hung up and smiled, whistling to himself.

A few minutes later another man showed up, he looked around and entered the garage. "What's up man." he said. "You sure its safe to do it here?"

Tim nodded, lighting up a joint. "Yeah, we went over this already. What time do you think they will get here? This woman's gunna be back in less then an hour."

The man looked at his watch. "Five or ten minutes maybe. You have it?"

Tim shook his head. "No I was waiting for you, wait here I'll be right back." he said running out of the garage and hiding the joint from plane view ran into his house.

A minute later he came back carrying a large duffle bag. The man dragged a small table near the seat and Tim closed the garage door half way after entering. He threw the bag onto the table and pulling on the joint he bent down and peered out from the bottom half of the door.

The man unzipped the bag and fumbled around with the contents. "Nice, how did you get this much?" He asked.

"I have my ways." Tim said laughing and patted him on his back. "You sure these boy's of yours can be trusted?"

He nodded, zipping the bag back up. The two jumped as a knock came on the door. Another rough looking man peered in from the gap at the bottom and the two smiled. "Jesus man you scared us." Tim said laughing. The man smiled and came in. He wore a backpack.

"Did you bring the ****?" Tim asked. He nodded taking off the packpack, and opened it up to reveal five or six handguns. "Good, good." he said smiling, and taking out two, hiding one in the back of his pants and putting the other one down on the table. The other two did basically the same.

"What time are they getting here?" The man asked.

"Steve said about ten minutes, that was about five minutes ago." Tim said.

"I said five to ten minutes." Steve chimed in, they should be here any minute.

As if on cue the three heard a car pull up blasting music. Tim made a motion for the others to stay put and took the gun off the table and put it in the front of his pants, hiding it with his shirt. He walked out and saw them banging on his door. "Over here." he half yelled, half whispered, and the two men looked at each other and cautiously came over.

***

Mellisa smiled to the pastor as she shook his hand. "How are you doing Mellisa" He said with a warm smile.

She smiled weakly. "I'm trying my best...its just Anthony is such a handful after his dad's death, he's always acting out. I don't know what to do with him."

"He just wants the attention, you have to be there to give it to him, in a positive way."

"I know, its just that I can hardly be home, and the bills are too high I think I might have to get another job." She said sighing and rubbing her temples again in a vain attempt to get her headache to go away.

"You'll be in my prayers, as always. And don't worry about giving donations, I should be the one donating to you." He said smiling reassuring her. "I'm sure it will all work out."

"Thank you." She said softly and walked to the car where Anthony was already waiting. "In a hurry to go clean?"

"No." He said getting into the back.

"Put on your seat belt." she said, making sure he did before she started the car, actually forgetting to put her's on.

"I don't see why I have to wear a seat belt if you don't." He said after a minute of silence.

Mellisa sighed and put hers on at a stop sign. "Don't you start, I have alot on my mind."

"I don't get why you make me go to church but not Chris."

"I've had enough of that!" She said raising her voice. "Chris doesn't live with us anymore, he pays his own bills and his own rent, he makes his own rules! If he wants to skip church and live in a pigsty thats his own problem, but I doubt he is doing that." Her voice softened to a harsh whisper. "If you don't like living with me and the rules that I have then move out ok? I'm sick and tired of your complaining!"

"Jeeze sorry, you don't have to yell." he said and closed his eyes laying back against the seat.

Mellisa shook her head as she turned into the development. She noticed the sound of sirens coming from behind her, and she moved over to let the police pass. As she got closer to the house she realized most of them were staying there, she strained to see what was going on, and gasped when she realized they were all parked in front of her house.

She pulled up in an empty space she could find as three or four DEA agents ran up to her window with guns drawn screaming at her to get out of the car.

Bewildered she obeyed with her hands up, and was taken and slammed up against the car and patted down. "Do you live here?" One of them asked.

"Yes, but what is going on?" She asked.

"You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent."

"What? What is going on?" She said, her mind racing, she screamed as she saw the agents taking Anthony away. "Anthony!!! What is going on?!" She screamed as the man continued to read her her rights and handcuffed her.

She looked around seeing all her neighbors and friends outside looking at her. Tears streamed down her cheek. "What is going on?" She begged the agent. He said nothing but shoved her into the back of a car.

How long she sat there she didn't know, she sat and she dwelled, dwelled with her misery, her thoughts of what had happened, and what was going to happen, to her, and her son. She cryed silently, and tried to hide her face from all the onlookers, all her friends, or as she know saw them her ex-friends, who would want to be friends with her now. Eventually someone came in and drove her away to be processed.