My name is Randall. Randall Brenes, that is. Well, Randall is my middle name, but I don't like my first name, so we won't talk about that again.

I'm 15 years old, but I'll be 16 in a couple months. I live in Miami, Florida, home to the greatest team in the NBA and in sports in general. If you couldn't already tell, I'm proud of my hometown, and with good reason too. I love telling people that I live in Miami, because, well, let's face it. Who doesn't want to live in Miami?

Ring, ring, ring...Fuck, I thought to myself, just barely waking up, starting to get myself out of bed. It's Monday again.

As I lifted myself up out of bed, I looked around my room. It was due for a cleaning again. Dirty clothes were thrown across the floor, my shoes were scattered around the room, all 12 pairs of them. All my lighters were hanging around my desk, small ziplock bags were scattered on the floor, and a faint smell of marijuana was lingering in the air. I placed an incense on the incense holder on my desk and lit it, hiding the smell of marijuana.

I'm not going to try and hide it, I'm a huge stoner. I used to be addicted to xanax, percocet and alcohol, but I kicked those terrible habits as of November, 2017, and decided I could live without them, and stuck to weed. I was pretty proud of myself at the time, when I quit cold turkey and, with all my friends around me making sure, threw every single pill bottle I had in my room into the Miami River. They threw a huge party for me that night, and it was one of the best nights of my life. Until I woke up at 5:30 A.M. in the morning, with cold sweats, throwing up, and in the pissiest mood anybody has ever seen me in. A month and a half later, I was back to my normal self. That was one of the worst experiences I had in my life, and I'm glad I stopped doing drugs before they took over my life.

I went through my closet for a good 10 minutes before choosing out a pair of tapered stonewashed True Religion jeans, a white polo and a black pullover Nike hoodie. For accesories I chose out an all-black Louis Vuitton belt and my favorite cuban link gold chain, with an iced-out crucifix. The shoes I chose out from my 12 pairs were the "FEAR" Air Jordan IV.

That was another thing I prided myself on. My shoe game. For me, it's very important to wear nice shoes, they just bring the whole outfit together.

I then looked at the whole outfit together in the mirror.

Now, I don't consider myself particularly bad looking, but I'm not exactly the most confident either. Some days, I'll feel good about myself but others I'll look at myself and say, damn you ugly.

I'm sure I'm not ugly though, I just feel like I am sometimes. I have light green eyes, a small nose, freckles, a sharp jawline, some light chin hairs and what some girls would call "perfect lips." I've had some of my ex-girlfriends tell me they wish they had my lips, but I'm indifferent.

I stand around 5'9" and a half, but I just tell everybody I'm 5'10" to make myself seem a little bit taller. I have pretty broad shoulders. My build is mostly lean, but I have some bulk, in my arms and my chest, my upper back too, and my legs. There's a thin outline of a six pack around my abs that some days is more noticeable than others. I could probably make it noticeable all the time, but I haven't been to the gym in well over a month. I should probably start going to the gym regularly again.

I started getting ready to leave my house. I grabbed my backpack, put it on my back and grabbed my half empty wax cartridge and an e-cigarette battery and hid it in my shoes, I left my room, went downstairs, grabbed my SoCal Flyer, and pedaled my way down to Angel's house, where my two best friends were waiting for me so we could all ride to school together.

It took only about 3 minutes to get to school, and we had a good 40 minutes before classes started, so I met some of my other friends at the parking lot to spark up before school started.

RING RING RING RING RING, the school first bell went off, signaling everybody to start walking to their homeroom classes.

[2 hour timeskip]

I was in the middle of one of the best naps I'd ever taken in school, when my friend called me.

Picking up the phone as discreetly as possible, I answered, "yea?"

"Ride out after this period with the rest of the gang, meet in the forest," the person on the other end of the line ordered, and to be honest it sounded good, so I didn't protest. That was Gabriel, my other close friend.

[Short timesekip: 1 hour]

Class ended, awakening me from my stellar nap.

I nearly sprinted out to the courtyard where the entire gang, minus Gabriel was waiting and we discussed our plans to leave through the side door.

We quickly made our way to the 4th building hallways where we entered the staircase and I checked for security outside.

Trying not to think about it, I led the way and sprinted out of the stair case out to the open field at the front.

Without looking, I ran across the street and after making it to the neighborhood across, I looked back to make sure my gang was behind me, and as expected, they were right behind me.

Without even talking, we hurried over to our spot where Gabriel was waiting for us.

I was sweating under the hot sun after walking for what seemed like an eternity. We all walked into the spot, a forest with a clearing and a couple of chairs we had placed under the trees. We used this spot all the time to smoke some blunts and just talk about shit. Most of the time, I don't even remember talking anything I say.

We all greeted Gabriel and then sat down. We had Gabriel, the tallest out of us, 16 years old and a dropout, he sells weed sometimes but right now he's working at a pizza shop. Then Brian, who was just slightly taller than me and the oldest out of all of us, at 17, also the only one with a car. Then there was DQ, also 17, and my same height. There was the shortest one, Ryan who was also a couple months younger than me. Then came Robert, the craziest one out of all of us. He tried to light the forest on fire one time. He's 16 and stands right around six feet tall. And my third best friend, Jordan. As soon as we formed this gang, I knew Jordan had to be in on it, and now we all have each others back for anything. We swore on our lives we'd never snitch, and always have each others backs. And the last one of us, Danny, who's gotten arrested like 6 times, for a number of things which I won't tell you guys about, mostly because there's no point.

"Aye, y'all check this out. Some alien weed," Gabriel started. "This is the most gas shit I've ever bought."

"And? How much you pay for all that?" Ryan questioned.

"25 a gram but-" I cut him off.

"Damn dog they finessed the fuck outta you. That shit's probably straight boof I'm telling you," I told him, trying to hold back laughter.

DQ was laughing his ass off. "They sold this nigga alien weed for 25 bucks a gram. You stupid as fuck my nigga."

"They probably told him it was straight from mars," Ryan said, causing nearly all of us except for Brian and Gabriel to crack up.

"I'm telling you, y'all gonna see. Did you bring the dutches?"

"Yea," DQ confirmed while pulling two packs of three dutches out of his pocket.

"Oh dog I forgot. I brought my wax," I told them while taking the cartridge and battery out of my shoes.

"You did? Let me hit that shit," Gabriel told me while splitting the first dutch.

"Damn, G, lemme hit that," DQ said.

"You gotta let me roll a blunt though," I told him.

"You mean fold a blunt?" He jokingly said, making Ryan, Jordan and Brian laugh.

"Nah, I mean roll a blunt. Pass me a dutch."

I screwed the cartridge onto the battery and passed it to Gabriel, who took a hit and starting rolling his blunt. He passed the wax to DQ, and we rotated like that until it got back to me. I took two hits and started breaking up my weed in preparation for the blunt.

It didn't look too bad, the weed that is. Certainly not worth 25 bucks for a dime, but I guess we can't say for sure until we start smoking.

We finished rolling all six of our blunts, with a good amount of weed left over. We lit all of them at the same time.

From my blunt, I took two hits and passed it to my left. The next blunt came to me, and I took two fat hits again, and then passed it to my left.

All of a sudden, the wax and the weed hit all at once and I realized I was high.

"Holy shit. Money well spent," I said.

DQ agreed while coughing up a lung. "Damn Gabriel you can't roll a blunt if your life depended on it. This shit is gas though."

I took another rip from the next blunt and came up with an idea. Grabbing a full water bottle, I took a lighter and burned a small hole in the cap, then put the blunt to the hold while the cap was screwed on and poked a decently sized hole on the bottom of the water bottle.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Brian asked.

"You'll see," I replied. I stuffed the end of the blunt into the hole and let the water drain out, drawing in the smoke from the blunt and filling the bottle up. When all the water was drained from the bottle, i passed the blunt and inhaled all the smoke from the hole in the cap.

"Damn dog I wanna try that shit," Robert told me.

I passed him another water bottle and gave him the cap from mine so he didn't have to burn another hole.

I exhaled all the smoke, and as I did, I started coughing up a lung and a half. Robert copied me and when he was done, he looked at me, and his eyes were completely red. He looked stoned to the bone.

I looked at Gabriel, started laughing for no reason and I then forgot what I was gonna say. I laughed harder and harder and the rest of them started dying of laughter too.

I took another hit from my wax, and when another blunt came by, I hit them both at the same time.

I then passed the wax and the blunt, and the rest of them did the same thing. By the time we finished all six blunts, I had less than a fifth of the wax that I originally had and we were all blasted to the core.

"Alien weed," I said.

"Alien weed," Gabriel repeated.

"Dude. I don't think I can walk. What time is it?"

Ryan looked at his phone. "Uh. I don't know."

"Nigga. Your phone is upside down," DQ informed him. "It's still 12:40."

"We have hella time," Gabriel said.

"How high are y'all?" I asked.

Without hesitation, all of them said "11 out of ten."

I burst into laughter.

All of a sudden, or not, I can't tell, my vision went black. When I woke up, I was still really stoned. But i wasn't in the forest. None of my friends were there and I was on a dock, and some fishermen were standing above me, whispering some things.

Quickly, I stood up, startling them, and looked around the area. They weren't talking anymore.

"Where are we?" I questioned, my heart racing. The area was unfamiliar, and the buildings looked... unmodern, for lack of a better word. They were made out of wood and looked like something out of that manga One Piece, that I used to read when I was 13.

"We're on Dawn Island, in the East Blue," one of the fishermen told me.

"Huh? I think I heard you wrong. Can you repeat that?"

"We're on Dawn Island," he repeated, unamused.

I burst into laughter, earning a strange look from both of them. "Goddamn, that alien weed sure was no joke. Now quit playing with me, where the fuck am I?"

"I'm not repeating myself."

I took another good, hard look at my surroundings. I was wearing the same clothes, so I thought it was just a prank being pulled on me.

I turned around and looked at the ocean, then the shore. Sure enough, there was no beach, just rocks.

I pulled the wax out of my shoe again, took the longest, hardest drag I'd ever taken, and passed out.

I guess you can say the weed took me to another planet. Or universe, in this case.

I've tried writing stories before, but none of them really satisfied me until this one. I must say, I'm pretty proud of myself. What do you guys think? The timeline is about a year or so before Ace sets off. In case you guys couldn't tell, this a self-insert. Please leave your thoughts and reviews for me to read, I'd really appreciate some feedback.