It was a sunny breezy Friday morning in March, and I was walking to my English class with my adidas backpack, adidas hoodie, black jeans, and white Nikes thinking everything is okay. Until some student enters the classroom and gives my teacher a blue slip from the principal requesting to see me in her office. As the teacher hands me the blue slip, I saw the word “immediately” and left the class as students started oohing me.

I went to the principal’s office, and the principal showed me a bag of weed that fell out of my backpack with my initials. The principal has decided to expel me from school. I was devastated and shocked, because I was so close to graduating and had these chances blown.

As I was walking out of school, I saw flyers of a classmate Emiliano’s 18th birthday house party. My friends ran up to me and were begging me to go to the party.

“Come on Marcos, it’s gonna be lit” said my friend Jonathan.

“Sorry guys, Im not in the mood. I just got expelled from this shit school.” I told them.

“Damn bro, what did you do?” said my other friend Mark.

Some random freshman who overheard our conversation passed by and shouted “He got caught selling drugs!”

“Shhh!” I yelled at the freshman.

“So, are you coming?” asked Mark.

“What’s in it for me if I say yes?” I asked.

“Well, we can get rid of your expulsion record.” said Jonathan.

“Or we can get you that new bong you’ve always wanted.” said Mark.

“Fine.” I said. “I’m going to the party.”

As nighttime approaches, where we could see the moonlight, we went to the house party. There was already loud music playing, guests playing drinking games outside, and the house was already trashed on the outside and inside. As we got into the house party, I found a bunch of weed carts and took all of them with me. I started smoking one by one up to the point where I fainted. Of course my friends were too busy playing drinking games to notice. As I passed out, I could not remember what happened at the party other than hearing cop cars and the paramedics crashing the party.

I woke up in the hospital room grateful I am alive and have survived a short term coma from all the exotic weed carts I smoked. However, the cops still arrested me in the hospital room. As I walked out of the hospital room handcuffed and escorted by the cops, it was still pitch dark outside, and I could still see the moonlight getting brighter and brighter.

As I entered the cop car, I realized what a big mistake it was to go to that house party.