Brownie Madness

It all started in the cafeteria of my high school. My friends and I were at lunch, swapping recipes for the perfect brownies…
“Well, you have to boil the weed with the butter so you don’t taste it.” Sheila said
“Where are we gonna make them?”
“My parents will be away this weekend, so we can make them at my house.”
After my friends had come to an agreement, there was nothing else said until we were unpacking our suitcases in our assigned hotel rooms for the Independent Schools Arts Showcase.
“Did you bring them, V?” Kathy asked, as she ran her hands through her fiery red hair.
“Yes,” Veronica said with a devious grin.
Betsy, Veronica, Sheila and Kathy crowded into the hotel room as I unpacked my belongings. We all agreed that we would eat a piece of brownie before we went to the Galleria.
I sat up in my bed and ate probably the most disgusting piece of shit that I ever tasted.
“This shit is nasty!” I said, trying to figure out why I ate it in the first place. "Obviously you did not boil the weed with the butter like Sheila told you."
“I knew I forgot something, but we are gonna be fucked up.” Veronica smirked, wiping shit crumbs from the corners of her chapped lips.
We walked out of the hotel to the Galleria, probably the biggest mall I’ve ever seen.
We were standing in the line at McDonalds, and I definitely wanted a Big Mac.
“Can you feel it, Bev,” Veronica asked as we sat down to eat.
“No, not yet, can you?” I asked.
“Yea I feel it.” Veronica smiled. “Can you feel it, Sheila?”
“Yea, I can feel it.” She said.
All of a sudden…BAM! It hit me like a freight train and then disintegrated into tiny molecules and voices. Getting…closer…larGER…LOUDER. SMACK! I hit the clothes rack, scattering the latest trends all over the black marble floor. As I appeared to be in somewhat of a drunken stupor, my friends rushed to sit me down.
“You gotta chill Bev; just let it run its course.” Veronica stated.
“What the hell do you mean let it run its course? This is not the fucking flu!” I exclaimed, barely able to make out her image, which was now blurring with this psychedelic world around me.
The voices getting closer…LOUDER…then growing legs and running away.
“Get me outta here! I wanna go home!” I cried, not able to hold back my tears any longer. I was in tears as we somehow made it back to the hotel room.
“Please bring me back to reality!” I pleaded to my boyfriend.
“What the hell did you eat? I told you not to eat that fucking shit!” He exclaimed.
That was it for my brownie escapade. As far as I am concerned, they can keep there brownies, I’m good.