My friends and their evil plans

The rate at which they brought some of us is totally different from each other. Just because the world looks like there are lots of bad people in it doesn't mean everyone else will be bad. I believe there are still more people who are good.
From home, I was trained with my siblings by the way of God, which means I'm a bit of a religious person. But honestly, if you see me in real life, you will definitely not believe me, or just looking at my pictures alone will make you think I'm not. I have never met anyone who said I don't look like a Yahoo boy or even dress like one. My opinion is always that just because I'm religious doesn't mean I won't dress well or dress anyhow. But then they all said my looks are different, that I look like those who like to do wayward things, and so on.

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The friends I met at my place of service are evil friends. It's funny, yeah. They all know that I do not drink alcohol or even smoke any kind of smoke. No matter what I say to them, they always say that I must taste alcohol one day, and so on. Well, just because they smoke doesn't mean I won't be their friend, because, honestly, they are good friends. Anytime we go to a party, I'm always taking sugary drinks because, obviously, that's all I know how to take.

So I live inside a hostel where there are lots of people—more guys and plenty of girls. We all used to cook together, since we were guys and not ladies. I have roommates, and I decided to stay in the hostel because it's always fun. So here is the story: My roommate likes alcohol and sometimes smokes. I used to be the one cooking because, honestly, I love cooking. But this day, I do not feel like cooking. I never knew my roommate had plans for me. No wonder one of them volunteered himself to do the cooking, and the rest of them supported that motion.

Okay, this guy decided to cook beans. Unfortunately, all I realized was that there were more people in the kitchen, which is normal sometimes. I never knew that they had already added weed inside the beans. No wonder the beans were so nice. I was honestly waiting for those beans to be done because of the saint. The beans are done, and everyone has already served their food, so they can eat. The innocent me, who doesn't know that there is weed in beans, has rushed to the kitchen to carry my own food. I do not like beans too much because I visit the toilet anytime I eat too much of them. At the same time, I take my portion of the food.

I do not like to eat hot food because I rush to the toilet. I tried to allow the food to get warm a little bit. In that sense, I went outside to get bread that I would use to eat the beans while I had already served my food. Coming back, I realized that my neighbor, who is living in the same hostel, has come inside and eaten half of my beans while claiming he's hungry. That makes me angry because he did not even take permission from me. I just told him to eat everything; that was because I'm so angry.

He ate everything, and just a few minutes after eating it, he said the ground was moving on its own. That was when my roommate said they added weed to the food they ate. That guy slept for nothing less than twenty-four hours. It was a terrible experience for him because he's acting as if he's not normal. I guess that was his first attempt.
Since that day, I stopped eating my roommate's food, even ordinary bread. I won't collect it from them to eat. I can't just imagine how I would feel if I happened to be the one who took it.