Andrea "Andy" Tristin was high. She was beyond high- she could see herself, down on the bed, and she was in the clouds. Her mind wandered to the first time she'd done any type of drug, the first being weed. It was a sunny day, two years ago. She'd been skipping class and hanging out at the park with some friends. They were passing around a joint, and offered her some. At first, she refused, but they kept asking, so she finally gave in. It hit her hard, and she coughed and coughed, but when she finally stopped, she felt amazing. She was hooked from that moment on- and since then, she'd gotten into worse things. At this current moment though, she was only high from some weed. It was all she could afford. She'd spent off all her college money now, and was living here and there when someone would let her. Now, she was at her boyfriends house, sitting in his bed. He was off somewhere- she couldn't remember where. She closed her eyes, and fell asleep. She dreamed of times when she was innocent, and didn't even want to try drugs- back when she was safe.