Yeah when I remember when I was first caught. I had been smoking for about 6 months before I was caught and my parents were very nieve about it. They didn't know much about pot but they hated cigerets and I had been caught with cigs before, so that is all they would check for. They would do smell checks for cigs every night I got home (changing cloths in the car and using alcohol pads on my face and bathing in Axe helped me over that hurdle). If I didnt smell I was fine. There wre times where I baked out a friends car right in front of my house, waled inside 15 mins. later and my parents didnt suspect anything.

Well one early saturday morning my dad wanted to take my car to get the alignment fixed. When he asked for my keys I remembered I had a backpack full of alcohol in the trunk. I told him I needed to get my backpack out, hoping he would buy that. I had various smoking paraphinalia stashed trhoughout the car, but I knew he wouldnt find that unless he looked. So I got the backpack and he followed me outside and asked me to open it for him. Right there I knew I was fucked. He found about a gallon of alcoholic beverages and dumped them all down the drain in front of me. Then after a little bit of yelling I had to go to work. While I was at work he went to town on searching every crevice of the car and my room to find bowls, blunts, cigerets, lighters. Luckly I had no burn on me at the time. When I got home from the longest day of work I ever had, he sat me down at the dinner table and him and my mom went throught the whole I can't beleive you are ruining your life speech. It was harsh.

It blows over though and it can be turned into a good thing. I told my parents I would never do it again, and I think they want to beleive me, but I don't think they do, so it has turned into a sort of you can do it, but don't let us catch you attitude. Sort of like everybody knows a person robbed a bank, but they did a good job of destryoing all the evidence so nothing happens. The only lasting punishment I got from that is I have to be in a house with parents home by 11pm everynight, and my parents want to talk to the others. It's not so bad, there are millions of ways to still have a good time, like finding a friend's house whos parents sleep like rocks and you can just chill on the deck and have a good time. Pretty soon that won't even be a problem anymore once I get my senior lisence in June.

If I were you I would tell them the truth now. Even if you do get away with it this time, they will probably still be pretty harsh on you and check you like nazis every time you get home. If you tell them now it will all blow over in a month or two, right in time for summer.