The WORST Week Ever

It began on Sunday, September 23. Saturday had been great, our soccer team remained undefeated and we had won our game 5-0. We arrived back in our town, Whitefish, MT, home of Big Mountain ski resort, around 10:30 pm. We all got baked and drunk and had a great time.

The next day my troubles began. I awoke with a bitchin hangover and an essay to finish. Before I started, I made sure my bong was hidden and packed for a lunch session the next day, and my weed was in my backpack, along with a piece and my stem. But while I was taking a shower, my mom searched my backpack and luckily only found the weed, pipe, and stem. She just thought the stem was another piece so she didn't continue searching and find the bong. She was pissed, but I've been caught before so it wasn't that big of a deal, and my dad doesn't care cause he smokes and grows chron also. Everything was fine again, until Wednesday. I had hid my bong, which is a little over a foot tall in a drawer in my room that nobody ever rifles through, but apparently my dad had told my mom that my stem was a bong stem and she searched and found my bong. This made her a little more angry then the other things, but I was still not in a lot of trouble.

Then Friday came, it was the homecoming football game and I got drunk and high once again. At half time we returned to a kid's house to continue our party, and didn't go back because it was raining. At the end of the game, I had to go back and talk to my parents so they could make sure I wasn't fucked up. I made sure I had eye drops in, and plenty of gum. Upon my return, our school resource officer approached me and immediately asked, "How much alcohol have you had to drink tonight?" and I lied and told him I had had nothing to drink besides a coke. His responded, "That's bullshit cause I can smell it all over your breath, come with me right now and you're getting breathalized." In front of a large number of family friends the stupid bastard breathalized me and cuffed me right there on the spot. I  got charged with a M.I.P. for alcohol right in front of the entire town of Whitefish.

So far I've been suspended for 3 days from school, anything I miss is zeros, I've been kicked off the soccer team for the season, and I have a court date set in October, where I'll receive some gay huge fine and have to do something like 20 hours of community service. And to add to that, my parents through out my bong and grounded me until further notice, which is like a month.

Yet, that still not the end of it, that fucking resource officer covered something up and lied because he arrested me incorrectly and didn't want to get into any trouble himself.