Kyle looked at himself in the gloomy waters of Starks pond. This proved to quite a task as the morning mists had rolled in and were obscuring the lake with their soft silky tendrils. He looked like crap; after all he had been up for the last seventeen hours. He'd been kicked out of the house for the third time this week. The worst thing was he hadn't even done much this time. All he did was hold on to Kenny condoms and his mom had flipped. After rejecting his story she jumped to the conclusion that he must be having sex or planning to have sex, he doesn't even like any of the girls in his year! They all are either pure sluts or downright unattractive.

Of corse she had a huge rant at him about STDs and pregnancy. She even threatened to buy him a chastity belt. This was when Kyle had had enough and shouted, screeched, at her telling her that she was a fat stupid bitch! Wrong move. So now Kyle is here, at Starks pond. Where the biggest decision of his life is about to unfold.

Kyle's POV

"Stupid mum, stupid dad, stupid life in general. Why do they have to do this to me, I mean none of the other guys mums Are this bad. Stan's mum may yell and Kenny's family may be very religious and patriotic but none of their parents jump to conclusions like this. They weren't even my condoms!" I thought as I sat on my bench looking down at the misty waters of the pond

I got up and walked paced back and forth around the bench I had been sitting on. It was just terrible that I couldn't have a normal family and life. Without thinking I picked up a sharp rock out of the pond. It was glistening in the moonlight as I placed it onto my wrist and with one quick, swift movement drew the stone across my veins. My heart stopped, my eyes widened. I saw the blood flow from the newly born cut at my wrists and I realised what I had done.

"Shit!" I cursed as I examined my wound.

I had been lucky; the cut was not deep enough to fracture the vein. If it had, I would have been in deep trouble. I sat down on the wooden bench and looked at my cut once more. The blood was slowly trickling down my arm and dripping onto the soft grass beneath me. I was astounded. The cut hadn't given me a sensation of pain rather it had given me a new feeling. A blissful feeling which swept mercilessly across my entire body; from fingertip to toe. Now I understood why people with problems did it. An hour passed and the blood stopped coming. The grass which was once green was now covered in a red stain. I hadn't lost much blood but it still looked conspicuous. I cautiously dipped my arm in the water to clean of the blood. It had already dried like paint onto the skin.

It was now 3am. I sighed, maybe I could manage to get into Stan's or something. I was just about to leave the pond edge when a man suddenly came up to me. He was way taller than me and his voice sounded made him sound about sixteen. He was wearing a black hoodie tight over his face and I couldn't get a decent look on his face.

"Yo, kid" He said with a New Yorker accent. "You lookin' kinda' down, want something to make you feel better?"

I was curious. Who wouldn't be?

"Sure, what have you possibly got which would make me feel better."

"Pot."

As soon as the words left his lips and vibrated along the air I was hooked. Confronting thoughts ran through my head.

Try the pot.

Don't try it, it could kill you.

It will be fun and make you feel better about yourself.

Remember what the cannabis croc said about it, 'One suck and you're pretty much fucked!"

It's ok just one spliff won't hurt.

What would your mother say.

That last though had made up my mind for me. I didn't care what hy mum thought of me anymore she was just some fat old hag and I knew it. This was my ticket out of nagville and into the perfect realms of the imagination.

"How much is it gonna cost?" I said briefly.

"Because I'ma nice man I'm gonna give you one spliff for free cos you might not like it. It's fair deal if you don't, I won't be offended or anything. Just remember to come back here tomorrow if you like it. Same time, same place. I'ma tell you though it will cost you $5 for one spliff I can sell you a lighter for just $1"

To be honest I was taken aback by this man's kindness. He was giving me a chance to decide if I liked it or not. Perhaps dealers weren't anything like the scamming frauds who tricked you into addiction. It was just all government crap and adult's lies. I accepted the man's offer and he lit the spliff for me.

"Enjoy!" he said with a casual wave as he walked off into the mists.

I put the spliff in my mouth and using the method I had learnt all those years ago from when Cartman handed them out during school. I inhaled the cannabis smoke and was taken inside the realms of dreams.