It was a cold Saturday morning. Snow was falling onto the ground continuously. A sixteen year old boy was asleep in his bed, shivering from the coldness; his mother kept the heating for herself. The extra blankets didn't help warm him, that much. Suddenly, the teen woke up to the sound of his mother yelling downstairs. He yawned, stretched, and got out of his bed. The adolescent went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, then headed downstairs. On the kitchen table was a tall stack of pancakes covered in butter and syrup. The boy's mother glared at him, speaking.
"Eat up, Seymour! These pancakes have been sitting here for twenty minutes! And after you're finished eating, I want you to shovel the snow in the front yard!" Seymour groaned and simply nodded, eating some of the pancakes. After breakfast, he went upstairs and got into his winter attire. He went back downstairs and exited the house through the front door. In front of Seymour was a foot of snow. Seymour sighed and grabbed a snow shovel, getting to work. The teenager noticed a car driving by, filled with kids from his high school. The car stopped by Seymour. One of the teens spoke to him.
"Kissing your mom's ass again, huh Skinner?" The other kids laughed. Seymour rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you all act your age? We're not in middle school, anymore. At least I'm doing something productive, today," Seymour said. "Your old lady can do this herself, Seymour," a girl replied. "Besides, it's Saturday. Why not hang out with us?" Seymour, who was now halfway done shoveling, sighed and dropped his shovel. He got into the car. "Fine. Where are we going?"
"We're gonna go to my place and smoke some grass," said the oldest kid in the group. Seymour's eyes widened. "Are you out of your mind? What if the police come? What if Mothe- Mom finds out I've been smoking weed?"
"Relax, Skinhead. The police here don't give a shit if we're smoking marijuana or not. In fact, they'd probably join in. And forget about your mom. You can't be a brown noser forever." Seymour shook his head. "I guess you're right. Start driving, then." Kieran, the oldest kid, nodded and drove off. Minutes later, he parked the car in his parents' driveway. The kids and Seymour got out of the car.
"Here we are, guys," Kieran said. "My parents aren't home, so we should be safe." Everyone entered the house. Much to Seymour's surprise, the house was well-kept and looked sanitary... until the group walked into Kieran's room. Kieran got out a bong and a bag of weed. He filled it up with some water and started putting marijuana into the bowl. Then, he put the bowl back into the bong and grabbed a lighter from his drawer, heating the bowl and smoking from the bong. He exhaled.
"Who wants to go next?" Kieran asked. A girl raised her hand, and Kieran passed the bong and lighter to her. Soon, everyone had smoked except for Seymour. Kieran turned to him.
"Go on, Skinner, have a smoke," he said. "Or would you rather smoke by joint?" Kieran held up a joint he had rolled up while the others were smoking. "Uh, I think I'll just have a joint. It's more sanitary than using a bong, you know? Your lips made contact with that thing," said Seymour. Kieran laughed and gave Seymour the joint. Seymour sighed, grabbing the lighter and lit up the joint. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said before he smoked. Seymour placed the joint into his lips and inhaled, coughing. The other kids laughed at him.
"Hahaha! You're supposed to exhale, dumbass! Haven't you ever smoked before?" Kieran asked. "No, I haven't. Do you honestly think my mother would let me do that?" Skinner replied. He sighed and smoked the joint again, this time exhaling. Seymour would never admit it, but he did enjoy smoking the joint.
A few hours passed, and it was clear that everyone was now high. Suddenly Kieran's parents opened the door. Seymour began to panic. "Oh, crap! We're dead!" he exclaimed. Kieran shook his head. "No, dude, we just gotta put this stuff away."
"But my eyes are bloodshot! I looked in the mirror!" Seymour cried out. "Shut up, Seymour! My parents are gonna hear you!" Kieran replied. He hid the bong and bag of weed and sprayed the bedroom with air freshener.
"Okay, now what do we do?" Seymour whispered. "We try to act cool, man," Kieran responded. Suddenly, Kieran's mother opened the bedroom door. "Kieran, honey? Are your eyes infected, again?" Kieran played along and nodded. "It's getting late, sweetie. Tell your friends goodbye." So Kieran shooed everyone off.
As Seymour was walking out the door, a girl started talking to him. "That was pretty fun. Maybe you're not a loser, after all," she said.
"But you don't know me," Seymour replied.
"I know you well enough from school. Name's Brooke, by the way."
"I'm Seymour."
"Well, we should hang out again, sometime. My place?"
"Sure."
"Cool. See you Monday, Seymour," Brooke said as she left. Seymour sighed and walked home.