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The Day the Police Came for MeThe door opened and in walked the hated vice-principal of my in high spirits school, who walked straight up to my 3rd hour English teacher and verbalise something into his ear. They both turned and looked in my direction. I stared back blankly, wondering why they were looking at me. Through an undoubtedly bad experience in high school, I learned a very valuable lesson about life, heap, and events.Mr. Burton, also the dean of discipline, asked me to take my things and come with him. I obeyed as my mind scanned itself everyplace and over to think of what I had done. I had always been a good kid in school, had always received at least honor collect or principals list every quarter since elementary school, and never got in trouble. Yet, here I was riding with the vice-principal in his golf walker through the rows of cars in the student parking lot, until he stopped behind mine. We got out and then he asked me to open my trunk, and then asked a very puz zling and ridiculous question at the time, Do you have a gun or any other weapon in your vehicle? I most laughed at him, and then stopped, realizing I did have a pel permit gun I accidentally left in my car. How he knew or why he cared I didnt know, so I said Yeah I have a b.b. gun under the front passenger seat, as I reached under and grabbed it for him. We then proceeded to his office, where a police officer was waiting for me. They then informed me then of what the incident was about. The day before, like I always do, I usually take home about troika or four friends in my car. That day, there happened to be about five or six people who wanted a ride. However, me being a nice guy and kind of gullible, and them being my friends, I couldnt say no. So we crammed about three or four people in the backseat, one in the passenger seat, and one in the trunk. It was not a very wise decision to let my crazy friend Chris ride in the trunk with it open. I had left my b.b. gun in there by ac cident one day when I was bringing it to a friends house. Chris found it as we were driving down the road, so he opened the trunk up and pointed the gun at cars driving behind us.