The sun was thrashing down on me, beating me into submission. I raised my hand above my head trying to give me some shade. How long had I been out here? Weeks, minutes, years, days. How could I tell? How would I ever know? How? I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes, I rolled onto my back. Looking down at my hand I remembered the spliff. Slowly, I moved it to my lips and took a long, deep, satisfying drag. Glancing to my right I saw the cat stretched out on the hot stones of the patio. Reaching out I offered it the joint, but it politely declined saying that he was 'taking a break from the stuff'. I murmermed something like,'that's probably for the best', and looked back up at the clear blue sky.
My parents where out, a family gathering of some sort. I had said that I was too tired, which I was, the week at school had been long and now that half term was here I wanted to make the most of it, relax. I had it all planned out, I won't bore you with the details but it would hopefully be a blur of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.