Personal Narrative: Drug Abuse In High School

As I sat in my required freshman math class, I already knew campus security was looking for me. I was anxiously looking around for the campus security to remove me from class, and send me to the principal's office. You see, in the beginning of freshmen year, I was depressed and because of it, I was making poor decisions. One of my closest friends had died in a car accident two weeks prior to this moment. I had never lost anyone due to death, and I had no idea how to cope with it. Growing up in the “Bellside” or other wise known as, Montebello, drug abuse was the only answer. In order for me to escape the pain of losing my friend, I had smoked that morning before school began, and I didn’t have a clear mindset. The result of an unclear mindset was unfortunate at the time. I had forgotten to close the container properly in order for nothing to be revealed.
As I stepped into the principal’s office, I saw the school administration, a police officer, and my father. In this exact moment, I knew I was ruined. I knew this offense was going to ruin the rest of my life. The police officer assigned me court, I
I fell into a deeper depression because I felt I brought shame to my family’s name- my father and closest sibling stopped talking to me for a while, I was an outcast at my new school, and I was thinking about it as well as the future negatives that I imagined on a daily basis. Instead of letting the failure and the depression bring me down even more, I used it as motivation to redeem myself. The new school served purpose as a fresh start. I got back into the swing of things and made the Honor Roll and received an award for perfect attendance. I was up every night doing homework and studying to make sure I was satisfied with my grades. Redemption also came in early April when I completed Diversion One and had my record