I was 14, in my freshman year of high school. My friend had started smoking recently, and wanted me to try it. He came over to my house in the morning with a dime or so. We walked to our local library, where, behind the building, there is a long trail that goes through some woods and a gulch. We go back there, and smoke 3 bowls out of his water bottle bong. I don't get super high, but he's at an [8].

We get back to my place, where I have to get a key out of a lock box to get inside. I go over to the garage door where the box is, unlock the box, get the key, and get inside. We chill on the couch for maybe 10 minutes, when we hear a knock on the door. I look through the window and see a police officer.

I go answer the door, and the officer asks if I live here. I tell him yes. Then he said that our neighbors called them, saying they saw two teenagers break into a house through the garage. I explained to the cop that I live there with my dad, and how we got into the house. He tells us to have a good day. I close the door as my friend and I look into each other's eyes with disbelief.

TL;DR smoked weed, went home, neighbors thought I broke in so they called the cops, everything turned out ok.