It was the middle of night and I couldn't sleep. I sat at my kitchen table inside my new one bedroom apartment across the street from my Jr. high school. Hokuto was asleep on my bed and I was thankful for that, because I didn't want anyone to see what I was going to do. I grabbed my back pack and unzipped the small front pouch. Inside the small pouch was a even smaller baggy of green plants; most people called it pot, weed, or marijuana. The bag smelled of a strong dry smell that leaked into every inch of my back pack, I would have to wash it before the smell got into the air and Hokuto got a sniff off it and found out I was trying this stuff out. I quickly pulled all my books and school work out my bag and rushed to the bathroom and filled a plain white bucket with hot soapy water and let my bag rest in it. On my way out the bathroom I grabbed a can of air freshener and sprayed my books and the air around them. The air spray left a fruity smell, like watermelon with mango with a hint of kiwi. I stepped out to the balcony with the bag of plant drugs, a lighter and everything else I was told I needed for this. After a couple of minutes I was half way through the bag, but the colors I saw; the dizziness I felt, and hunger I had made me feel as If I had gone through the bag at least ten times in a row. Once the whole bag had been emptied of the addictive drug, I locked the balcony door and fell asleep in a plastic green chair. In the morning I woke up with the taste of dead leaves and sand in my mouth and I smelled of the same awful stench my backpack had last night. The out of this world feeling I had last night had faded away. I stepped back inside the small apartment in a hustle to reach the shower and get my bag out the bucket before the colors began to fade. Thank god it's Saturday, I thought to myself as the hot water crashed on to my pale skin. As soon as I stepped out of the shower I herd Hokuto call my name from the only bedroom in our apartment. I washed my mouth out with mouthwash and stuck two sticks of peppermint gum in my mouth before I replied saying I was in the bathroom. I herd Hokuto's footstep come out of the small bedroom and end at the bathroom door. Hokuto sitting in front of a closed door was one of his ways of telling me he was hungry. I put my cloths from last night in a plastic bag so Hokuto wouldn't catch the scent of marijuana. Grabbing a blue towel and wrapping it around my waist, I walked in to the kitchen to start cooking Hokuto's daily four strips of bacon. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my Hokuto sniffing at the bathroom door as if he smelled something he wasn't familiar with. I panicked a bit but thinking on my feet I called him over for his breakfast. I put the meat in his bowl and watched as he devoured his meal and hopefully forgot about the "smell" from the bathroom. I hopped on to the couch and and turned on the TV. "here's were the smell came from!" I herd. I looked over to the balcony door to see that Hokuto had gotten a hold of the small plastic that used to be filled with drugs.