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The door opened and in walked the hated vice-principal of my high school, who walked straight up to my 3rd hour 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 undoubtedly bad experience in high school, I learned a very valuable lesson about life, people, 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 over and over to think of what I had done. I had always been a good kid in school, had always received at least honor roll or principal’s list every quarter since elementary school, and never got in trouble. Yet, here I was riding with the vice-principal in his golf cart 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 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 didn’t 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 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 couldn’t 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 friend’s 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.
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Yet, in the end, I realized my mistakes. Others were not to blame for this, only me. I made the decision to let too many people ride in my car, especially in my trunk which endangered his life, and I had left the gun replica in my car by mistake. I easily gave in to peer pressure and allowed a kid, who I knew was a little crazy sometimes, to ride in my trunk. The almost dire consequences forced me to open my eyes and change myself for the better. I won’t be peer pressured into doing something I don’t think I should do, and I’ll definitely think twice about the friends I hang around. I learned that even a very bad circumstance could have a negative outcome, but positive results for the future.