***** Chapter 1: I awoke slowly. It was Sunday, the one day of the week where my parents shared my love of staying in bed. No one in our house rose ...efore 10am on a normal Sunday. Lottie had stayed overnight, which equally wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, and we had elected to sleep downstairs in the living room together as we stayed up late to watch movies and eat popcorn. Or so my parents thought. The reality was much different. 2 days ago, Lottie and I had crossed over the ‘best. She was boasting a blue saree that all I could see at that time(you actually have to be friends to explore more pictures).To my surprise she added me,and replied me with hey. I asked where she was from and what’s her age. She was 32 years old and was from dehli. I got really excited because of her age. I complimented her with the way she was carrying her saree.It was a blue saree with some silver embroidery; her cleavage was quite evident as the saree was transparent. I now knew what I wanted,. I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.I don't understand. My parents taught me to. A longcabinet supporting a flatscreen and sound system stretched along onewall. Andy opened a drawer in the cabinet and took a thin joint out.She saw Bobby and Kathy looking at the pin joint. “Colorado’s finest. Thisis all we’ll need.” She lit the joint and took a long toke, then passed itto Kathy.Kathy took a drag on the thin little joint, then slowly let the smokeout. “Wow!” she whispered. She stared dreamily at the Navaho rug on thewall, holding the joint.