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The Day the Police Came for MeThe door receptive and in walked the hated vice-principal of my high school, who walked straight up to my 3rd second English teacher and whispered 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 doubtless bad experience in high school, I learned a in truth valuable lesson about life, people, and events.Mr. Burton, also the dean of discipline, asked me to come upon my things and come with him. I obeyed as my mind scanned itself over and over to conceive of of what I had d matchless. I had always been a good kid in school, had always received at least honor roll or principals list every quarter since elementary school, and neer got in trouble. Yet, here I was riding with the vice-principal in his golf baby carriage through the rows of cars in the student parking lot, until he stopped tail assembly mine. We got out and then he asked me to open my clay, and then asked a very confusing and ridiculous question at the time, Do you have a gun or any other weapon in your vehicle? I almost laughed at him, and then stopped, realizing I did have a pellet 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 chthonian the front rider 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 misfortune was about. The day before, like I always do, I usually fritter home about ternion or four friends in my car. That day, in that location happened to be about five or six people who cute a ride. However, me creation 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 termination to let my crazy friend Chris ride in the trunk wi th 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 put up it as we were driving down the road, so he opened the trunk up and pointed the gun at cars driving behind us.