I’m against drugs of all kinds, including alcohol. Everyone at my high school knew this, so you can imagine their surprise when I came to class high.
It wasn’t my fault.
A friend of mine showed me how to blow fire using a lighter. She pressed the button and sucked out the fluid, then lit the flame and blew on it. A whoosh! came out of her mouth. I found out later you can do the same thing with flour or powdered sugar, which I wish I had tried instead.
I decided to attempt the trick when I was bored in my Art History class. I made all my friends gather around, I filled my mouth with gas, lit the flame, blew on it, and the flame went out. That was embarrassing. Everyone laughed while I tried to figure out why it didn’t work.
“You probably swallowed the gas,” said a friend.
A few minutes went by before I started feeling weird. It was like the top of my head was floating over my body. I tried explaining this strange sensation to my friends, but instead of understanding me, they just stared with dropped jaws. I was about to explain again when a much more urgent need took over.
“Guys,” I said, “I need pop tarts.”
A girl raised her eyebrow. “You need pop tarts?”
“Yes. I need them. Like, right now.”
She leaned over and scrutinized my face with narrowed eyes. “I think you’re high,” she said.
“Do you have money for pop tarts? I really need them. I’m serious.”
They didn’t seem to understand the severity of my need for pop tarts because instead of helping me, they couldn’t stop laughing. Luckily I had some money in my purse, so I went to the vending machine and bought some, along with two bags of peanut butter M&Ms. In my next class, I sat down and ate all of it in a matter of minutes.
People from other tables craned their heads to watch me. “What on earth?” someone asked.
“I think I’m high,” I admitted with a frown.
“Ugh, I feel sick.” I lay my head on the table and wrapped my arms around my stomach. Being high isn’t nearly as fun as people make it sound.
I felt better after eating lunch, but I still must have been buzzed. I discovered that when I swished my orange juice around in the bottle it made a funny sound, so I put my ear up to the mouth and was entertained for a good five minutes. I stopped when I saw all of my friends staring at me.
“She really is high,” someone said.