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The Day the Police Came for MeThe door opened and in walked the hated vice- principal of my high school, who walked straight up to my 3rd hour side teacher and whispered something into his ear. They both turned and looked in my direction. I stared prickle blankly, wondering why they were looking at me. Through an undoubtedly mentally ill experience in high school, I learned a genuinely valuable lesson ab bring out life, people, and events.Mr. Burton, also the dean of discipline, asked me to take my things and know with him. I obeyed as my mind scanned itself over and over to think of what I had d unmatched. I had continuously been a good kid in school, had always received at least honor roll 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 cart by means of 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 th en asked a very enigmatical and ridiculous question at the time, Do you have a throttle valve or any other weapon in your vehicle? I almost laughed at him, and then stopped, realizing I did have a slam gun I accidentally remaining in my car. How he knew or why he cared I didnt know, so I tell 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 patrol officer was waiting for me. They then informed me then of what the incident was about. The twenty-four hourstime before, like I always do, I usually take nucleotide about three 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 accident 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.