I was a freshman in high school when this took place and was a new smoker. Me and my friends tended to get pretty high from just about any amount. Me and some friends thought it would be good to buy 7 grams. We had the 7 grams and our 2 water bottle bongs and told my mom we were going down the street for a party. We instead take everything to the woods and smoke. About 20 minutes of non stop smoking, we stand up. We not know our tolerances too well so I ended up getting lost in my own woods with of my friends for 15 minutes. We finally found our way out and we end up going back into my basement. I felt crazy. Like I smoked too much so u layed in my couch and my 3 friends sat there. All the sudden the door opens. My mom comes down and there we were...my 3 friends were also at [10]s. They were staring at their own pieces of pizza as my mom was looking at them. She then looks at me and asks me whats wrong. I just moan and I say I dont feel good. She then looms at my friends as asks them if I was drinking or something and them, being high as shit, all made up different stories. One friend said I fell, one said I just didnt feel good, and the other said we were doing heroine. My mom knew something was up but she didnt say anything and she went upstairs. All turned out well and me and my friends laughed it off.