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I walked into my principal’s office and immediately she revealed to me photos that had been found on my account that showed people smoking marijuana and hookah at the party I had been at two months before. At this point time had slowed, I carefully scanned each one of their faces. Four people sat in their dark solid wooden chairs with their eyes locked on mine. One of the administrators with spiked light brown hair began to search my backpack only to find an empty lunch bag with bread crumbs lying at the bottom. A younger man with stress lines around the edges of his dry lips glanced my way but then immediately went back to writing on a blank sheet of paper. My principal sat directly in front of me. Her stern voice made my hands shake as I tried to force some sort of words out past my quivering lips. Her glowing red hair was clearly chemicals. Her light pink lipstick creased with her pierced lips. A lady with red lip stick and carefully placed highlighted blonde hair asked me why I was hanging out with kids like this. I was speechless. I had no reason for befriending people like this. No goals were made by people like this, nothing to work for. They all knew they were heading down the wrong road and they had no intentions of changing.