That Time I Accidentally Got Caught Not Doing Drugs

Dear people who live in my neighborhood, first of all, no, I was not convicted of having drugs in a vehicle as a minor, but I can see why you thought that. Secondly, you probably already know that because I saw all of you pull up in your cars and watch the whole scene. Yes, I could see you.

This I can truly say: I’ve started my Senior year off with an adventure. Yesterday was the first day of school and it started off great. I have early release, so I finish school around lunch time. As a first day of school treat, my friend and I (we’ll just call her Olivia), drove over to Chili’s in her car and had lunch.

On our way back, we were nearing our neighborhood when we noticed the State Trooper ahead of us. He was going about 35 miles per hour in a 50 zone. Olivia and I discussed whether we thought it was okay to pass him or not. We were unsure of why he was going so slow and not wanting to get in his way.

Finally we decide. We will pass him. Olivia speeds up to about 45, passes him and pulls into the turn lane of our neighborhood. The trooper quickly turns his lights on and pulls behind us.

We sat there dumb, in confusion, because why on earth was he pulling us over.

When the light turns green we pull into the entrance of our neighborhood and pull over. The trooper walks up and Olivia rolls down the window.

“Ma’am you were impeding traffic, I’m going to need your license and registration,” He says.

Olivia hands it over and he walks back to his car, the lights still flashing, and for some reason I just can’t help but smile a little. It just hit me as ironic, I mean, come on, what teenager gets pulled over for basically going to slow.

The officer returned a few seconds later.

“I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle,” he motions to Olivia. Slowly, she opens the door and gets out. I stare, a little more confused than I was before and watch as he makes her stand in front of his car facing forward with her feet spread answering a million questions.

Several more minutes go by and he comes over to me, “I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle as well. Stand over there,” He points to the ditch and for a moment all I can think is about when I took drivers ed and they tell you never to get out of the car unless the officer has a good reason or you might end up dead in a ditch. So logically, I get out of the car and I stand in that ditch. I figure, I’ll die either way if that’s really what this officer wants, and if that’s what God wants, he is going to allow it. There wasn’t much I could do to stop that.

The officer looks at me and starts to interrogate me. Where had I been coming from? Why was Olivia going so slow? Did I or Olivia do drugs, drink, dip, have guns, knifes, or any weapons in the car? Could he search my backpack? Was there anything illegal in it? And did I or did I not have a warrant on my name?

So badly did I want to respond with, “Yes, sir, at the age of 17 there is definitely a warrant out for my arrest.” But with my good sense, all I said was “no sir, I do not have a warrant on my name.”

The officer obviously not really trusting our word on that, continued in 100 degree weather to thoroughly search Olivia’s car and both of our backpacks. I almost felt bad for him, the heat was sweltering and all I could think was he will be so disappointed when he doesn’t find anything and he went through all this sweat and work for nothing.

Eventually, he did let us go with an official warning. We then went home and Olivia’s mothered called and made a complaint for the treatment we received when the trooper had no valid reason But I did learn several major lessons:

  1. Whenever around a cop it seems best just to continue going the speed limit.
  2. If I ever want to write about a drug addict, I will now know how the police will treat that character, and it will be so incredibly realistic.
  3. Being a teenager is enough to assume you are a drug addict.
  4. The more nervous you look, the more questions you will receive from an officer.

I guess I can only end this in stating that I certainly hope I do not have anymore run-ins with the law this week. Heaven knows that would be bad.



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