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Ok, so last night, i came home at 3 and i had stacy drop me off before my house. I'm not sure why, maybe it was the fact that i could get out that cramped car sooner, or that i wanted to walk a little bit except it was too cold to walk from the stop sign... i'm not really sure why i asked her to do that. So stacy drops me off in front of my neighbors house and i start walking towards my house... well little did I know, or any of us i think, that the car 100 miles behind us was a police car. So he saw me walking RIGHT BY MY DRIVEWAY and decided that i MUST be trouble and decides to pull infront of me to question me. Keep in mind its 3am and i'm tired and cranky, and i just want to get to my bed... plus i dont have any repsect for Westlake police because they're so dumb and are hard on the people that didnt do anything wrong but they let drunk people get in their cars and drive away from parties. When he had the choice to stop a car full of girls that were intoxicated, he stoped the only sober one that was actually going home.
Po: Where are you going?
Me: Home...
Po: Oh really, do you live around here?
Me: Yea, this is my house.
Po: Mhm... how old are you?
Me: 18... did i do something wrong?
Po: Right, can i see some ID? It's a little wierd that you got dropped off at this house across the street, dont you think?
*I show him my ID*
Me: I just turned 18 a little over a month ago... Are you saying that me getting dropped off 20 ft from my house and taking a little walk from my neighbors is what i did wrong?
Po: And this is your house?
Me: Yes, 609.
Po: Really... hm... *he walked to the mailbox to double check* well what are you doing out this late? It's a little suspicious.
Me: Because i was hanging out with some friends and we're all just now going home
Po: And where were you? *He's shining the flash light in my eyes*
Me: We werent in Westlake so you really dont have to worry about it. What is it i did wrong exactly? I'm going home, by the way completely sober, and there's something odd about that?
Po: Do your parents know where you were?
Me: That is what this is about? My parents? I'm a legal adult and you're asking me if my parents know where i was? No, they dont know, they just know which friends i was with (which was true!).
Po: So when i go to talk to them, they're gonna be completely fine knowing that you were out walking the steets at 3?
Me: I was walking to my house from 20 ft down the street. I wouldnt call that "walking the streets." Although people do walk in this neighborhood a lot, wearing hardly anything, and yall dont bother asking them questions, yet when someone walks across the steet to their house they're considerered
suspicous? I really dont understand the Westlake police, they're priorities are out of wack.
Po: Well, we all have our opinions. Like how my opinion is you look very suspicous.
Me: I'm sorry, what's suspicious about me walking to my house?
Po: I'm a parent, and i'm sure you're parents are the same, but i want to know where my kids have been, what they were doing, who they were with...
Me: Well i'm about to be a parent, and I really wouldnt be all that worried if my child was walking to the house from being with their friends... espeically if they were 18.
Po: Am i supposed to believe that you're pregnant?
Me: Well its pretty obvious you dont believe i'm 18 or that i live at 609, so why should you believe i'm pregnant.
Po: If you were really pregnant, than i think you would understand where I'm coming from.
Me: Well considering my unborn child cant come and go from the whom, i'm not to worried about who its hanging out with or where its been.
Po: Lets go in and talk to your parent. Is this your mom here or your dad?
Me: Um... both, my parents are happily married still. When my dad doesnt spend the night at home, he's at the hospital working, making himself productive.
*So i walk to my front door, unlock it, walk inside, wake up my mom and dad but only my mom comes to the door, and talk to the police man*
I told Lana about this, and she was like, "you know that he stopped you apposed to the car because how many hispanic's do you see living in a nice neighborhood like yours and in a house like that? Or even walking in a nice neighborhood?" I thought that was funny and a good point, but i dont really think thats why he stopped me, but who knows.
My mom just sat there and listened to what he had to say, and then she came in and talked to me about it. Apparently he told my mom that he found me walking from the corner... the corner is 2 acres down from my house. So i told my mom what happened and she was just upset that i wasnt home earlier and in bed. Then she started talking about how i'm never going to change. No matter where i am or what time it is, i always seem to get myself into trouble. Then it was the friends i was with, because they must have had something to do with it. After a while, she said, "we're going to visit Father Heart soon. I think you should go." As much as she wanted that to hurt me and make me feel bad about the police officer, it was my idea to visit because i wanted to go stay there in the first place. "Oh really, why do you want to go?" "BECAUSE THEY UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH! NOT EVEN YOU KNOW! You've never been a pregnant teen! You've never even been pregnant! You dont understand what this is like!" "oh and you think they will!" "well considering that's what they're there for, teen pregnancy, yes i would think they would understand a lot more than you do." then i stormed off upstairs and listened to my mom laughing the whole way up. My mom has never had to deal with being pregnant. She doesnt know first hand. All she knows is what people have told her, and honestly, no one thats pregnant is going to tell a friend or something they've never met (besides a doctor) what it is really truly like being pregnant. It's one of those things you cant describe to people and have them understand without them going through it.
Po: Where are you going?
Me: Home...
Po: Oh really, do you live around here?
Me: Yea, this is my house.
Po: Mhm... how old are you?
Me: 18... did i do something wrong?
Po: Right, can i see some ID? It's a little wierd that you got dropped off at this house across the street, dont you think?
*I show him my ID*
Me: I just turned 18 a little over a month ago... Are you saying that me getting dropped off 20 ft from my house and taking a little walk from my neighbors is what i did wrong?
Po: And this is your house?
Me: Yes, 609.
Po: Really... hm... *he walked to the mailbox to double check* well what are you doing out this late? It's a little suspicious.
Me: Because i was hanging out with some friends and we're all just now going home
Po: And where were you? *He's shining the flash light in my eyes*
Me: We werent in Westlake so you really dont have to worry about it. What is it i did wrong exactly? I'm going home, by the way completely sober, and there's something odd about that?
Po: Do your parents know where you were?
Me: That is what this is about? My parents? I'm a legal adult and you're asking me if my parents know where i was? No, they dont know, they just know which friends i was with (which was true!).
Po: So when i go to talk to them, they're gonna be completely fine knowing that you were out walking the steets at 3?
Me: I was walking to my house from 20 ft down the street. I wouldnt call that "walking the streets." Although people do walk in this neighborhood a lot, wearing hardly anything, and yall dont bother asking them questions, yet when someone walks across the steet to their house they're considerered
suspicous? I really dont understand the Westlake police, they're priorities are out of wack.
Po: Well, we all have our opinions. Like how my opinion is you look very suspicous.
Me: I'm sorry, what's suspicious about me walking to my house?
Po: I'm a parent, and i'm sure you're parents are the same, but i want to know where my kids have been, what they were doing, who they were with...
Me: Well i'm about to be a parent, and I really wouldnt be all that worried if my child was walking to the house from being with their friends... espeically if they were 18.
Po: Am i supposed to believe that you're pregnant?
Me: Well its pretty obvious you dont believe i'm 18 or that i live at 609, so why should you believe i'm pregnant.
Po: If you were really pregnant, than i think you would understand where I'm coming from.
Me: Well considering my unborn child cant come and go from the whom, i'm not to worried about who its hanging out with or where its been.
Po: Lets go in and talk to your parent. Is this your mom here or your dad?
Me: Um... both, my parents are happily married still. When my dad doesnt spend the night at home, he's at the hospital working, making himself productive.
*So i walk to my front door, unlock it, walk inside, wake up my mom and dad but only my mom comes to the door, and talk to the police man*
I told Lana about this, and she was like, "you know that he stopped you apposed to the car because how many hispanic's do you see living in a nice neighborhood like yours and in a house like that? Or even walking in a nice neighborhood?" I thought that was funny and a good point, but i dont really think thats why he stopped me, but who knows.
My mom just sat there and listened to what he had to say, and then she came in and talked to me about it. Apparently he told my mom that he found me walking from the corner... the corner is 2 acres down from my house. So i told my mom what happened and she was just upset that i wasnt home earlier and in bed. Then she started talking about how i'm never going to change. No matter where i am or what time it is, i always seem to get myself into trouble. Then it was the friends i was with, because they must have had something to do with it. After a while, she said, "we're going to visit Father Heart soon. I think you should go." As much as she wanted that to hurt me and make me feel bad about the police officer, it was my idea to visit because i wanted to go stay there in the first place. "Oh really, why do you want to go?" "BECAUSE THEY UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH! NOT EVEN YOU KNOW! You've never been a pregnant teen! You've never even been pregnant! You dont understand what this is like!" "oh and you think they will!" "well considering that's what they're there for, teen pregnancy, yes i would think they would understand a lot more than you do." then i stormed off upstairs and listened to my mom laughing the whole way up. My mom has never had to deal with being pregnant. She doesnt know first hand. All she knows is what people have told her, and honestly, no one thats pregnant is going to tell a friend or something they've never met (besides a doctor) what it is really truly like being pregnant. It's one of those things you cant describe to people and have them understand without them going through it.