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Input: Text: obligatory "this didn't actually happen today" this was back in 8th grade. 


a bit of a backstory, read it for context or just skip down to the fu


in 5th grade, my mom decides to put me in an advanced program in the nearby public middle school for 6th grade because she felt the catholic school education i was getting was wayyyy too easy. which it was, i received +95s in all my classes without even trying. when i got to ms (middle school) it didn't take me too long to for me to acquaint with people. there were these small group of kids that always spoke about weed. eventually i realize that they smoked after school. anyway, for the most part, 6th grade was pretty awesome. going into 7th grade, there was one kid starting bring weed to school sometimes. we will call him nick. mostly small amounts in tiny plastic bags. he didn't give it to anyone during school. it was mostly just to show off. nick and i become pretty close. he was pretty cool. i was never into drugs and would never do it. (note: my dad was a narcotics detective, so if i decided to do drugs, i was dead) he knew and he was pretty chill with it. so i figured i could chill with him, just as long as i did try any drugs. so we were close friends, then another kid comes along and joins us (as friends) we will call him, justin. fast forward to 8th grade. this is the real deal. nick starts bring drugs to school and sells it. it was like a whole drug ring during lunch. people would request some weed and he would bring it. he made bank. eventually, he started experimenting with it and turned it into brownies. this made his business huge. everyone wanted a brownie to try and get high. even the so-call "good kids" in my advanced class. he literally passed it under the table during lunch. but the brownies were duds, they barely made anyone high. yet people still bought from him. then i started noticing nick calling me names like "oreo" (term used for a black kid who doesn't live up to the stereotypes of one and "acts white" black on the outside, white on the inside) i was pissed but i was like whatever, he's my "friend"


now to the fu: 
one kid in the class, we will call him anthony, asked nick to bring in brownies. so they decide nick, anthony and justin would do it in the gym bathroom the next day. so nick makes it and brings it to gym the next day. in gym class, we have one female teacher. she was very nice and pretty much let us do anything. she always let us (nick, justin and i) use the weights, dumb bells and other equipment they kept in the back. anyways, the gym bathroom was always left unlocked after warm ups were over. right before she gave out the basketballs, nick grabbed the plastic bag on foil wrapped brownies. it reeked off weed. the smell practically made me nauseous. i then find out what they're doing and i figured i'd tag along and chill with them. we proceed to the bathroom and justin begins eating the first brownie. as usual, no after effects. just bad breathe. i decided to go into the stall to relieve myself. then three kids come in, they are being loud. "what are you guys doing?" "you guys are doing weed?!" "is he doing weed?" (referring to me) i get out of the stall and ignore them. they proceed to leave. i leave moments later. when i come back, nick's friend is in there talking with them. that's when anthony eats his brownie. i tell that i feel don't have a good feeling about it. 


damn, why didn't i listen to myself. 


i left again. when i come back, the gym teacher comes in and says "you guys better not be doing weed. if this happens, i'm going to have to contact the dean." she then leave. (i learned afterwards, maybe a few weeks later, that the three kids may have told the dean. although it may have been the gym teacher who reported us. to this day, i have no idea, i think it may have been both) the guys start freaking out. anthony is trying to air out the bathroom, justin is getting mints to clear his breathe and nick is trying to find a way to conceal the bag of brownies. that was it. i realized that the gym teacher thought i was involved in their drugs. it would be associated with their shit. for the rest of the gym class, nick was trying to hide the weed. after class was over, i overheard them going to the back door of the school to hide the bag under the outside staircase. of course he wasn't going to get rid of it. that was his money and he didn't care about anything else. he figured he'd just recover it later after school and then resell it. anyways, the next class is science. the classroom phone rings, the teacher picks it up. i freaked out on the inside. you don't know the fucking feeling. i knew what that call was before he hung up. 


my fears were confirmed when he said, "/u/bathroomdrugsta, go to the deans office" fuck, it was over. but i figured i'd just say that i had no idea was going on and that it would be over. i was dead wrong. when i got there, he sat me down on his lounge couch. "what was going on in that gym bathroom?"
"i don't know."
"yes you do. why were you chewing gum?"
i realized justin had been. 
"i don't chew gum. i didn't try any weed. i wouldn't do that, my dad is a cop and he would kill me if i did."
"don't lie to me."
"i don't know. all i did was go use the bathroom."
then he screamed, "yes you do know. tell me what was going on in that bathroom? don't lie to me." 
i freak out, if i didnt tell him who it was then i would have to take the fall for it and i sure as hell wasnt going to. my dad would literally kill me. so i told him - nick, anthony and justin. it was over. my entire middle school career was fucking over. i felt it as soon as the dean went to call the science teacher to send justin and anthony to his office. "ratting out" people in middle school was one of the ultimate offenses. once word spread about it and everyone knew, i would be the biggest outcast. i would be hated for the rest of ms. so the dean questions them and then he goes to pick up nick from class. nick is sat down across from us on a fold out table by himself. as if the dean was interrogating him. the dean them asks me questions like, where did he dump out the weed and stuff like that. i told him where, thinking that if i cooperated then i would be let go. then the school police officers come. this becomes and even more big deal. they search all 4 of us. our persons and our bags. they pretty much find nothing. even in nick's bag. the dean begins questioning nick again. "where did you get the bag and what was in it?" nick obviously lies about it and says he found it on the street and that it was a bag of cookies. he changes it a few times and even gives the name of a fake street drug dealer. obviously the dean could tell he was lying but nick figured there was no way he could prove that anything even existed because the dean didn't have the bag of weed. so he just kept straight up lying. eventually it was time to make statements. at that point, i was afraid he would call my father. my father always gave me that talk about "guilty by association" if he found out about this, i was surely in huge trouble. but i thought there was a small chance that i might be able to get away with my father not knowing. (my father knew everything) now i admit, i fabricated my statement a bit to make it look like i didn't chill with them in the bathroom. when we finished making statements, the dean told nick it was his last chance to tell him the truth and he also pointed out that i may be let go for cooperating. i almost cried tears of joy. then he told anthony, justin and i to go get lunch. so we did. we spoke over lunch and i told them that they both might get suspended but not me. when we went to the back of the lunchroom to dump out our trays. we saw the three boys, who came into the bathroom, sitting at the table. they all laughed at us. but we didn't really care. now we went to social studies class. afterwards, we had to go to the auditorium. (that day it had been snowing crazy so teachers couldn't get to school. so they just threw a bunch of classes in the auditorium and had a few teachers watch them) to get there, the class had to pass the big hallway past the lunchroom. that's where the dean was standing guiding hallway traffic. he calls me, "/u/bathroomdrugsta's lastname, please come stand over here." so i comply. then i overhear him and the assistant principal speaking a few feet away from me. "we have a parent here?" she asks. in my mind, i knew it was probably my father but i tried to not believe that. we walk to the main office and boom, there he is. he's pissed. pissed. he starts throwing questions at me. "who were you with?", "what did i tell you about these things?" he has a cold grip on my neck as the dean, him and i walk over to a side room. in an anger tone, he asked who i was with and what happened. i try to tell him what happened (once again, i fabricated the story a bit) and he kept telling me to retell him the story. he could sense i was lying a bit but eventually he stopped. then he told me how he always reminds me to never hang around people who do bad things and that one day i might get caught up in it. my eyes water a bit. at this point, i'm scared of what my dad will do. the dean then says, "sir, he wasn't involved, he cooperated. none of this was his fault." from that point on, he let me go. i wouldn't be suspended. before we all left the room, my dad told me to break all ties with those boys and that we would "talk when he got home" (from work) i knew what was coming for me. i was scared shitless. my dad is the nicest guy in the world but as soon as you piss him off. you pissed him off. after we left the room, i proceeded to the auditorium with the rest of the class. i sat towards the back, only two other girls, diana and carly (my closest middle school female friend), were nearby. they asked me if i was crying and if everything was okay. i replied by saying everything was peachy. they **truly** cared. 


fast forward to the night when my dad got home. he told me the same thing he had back at the school. he whup my ass and had me do a drug test. it came back negative. afterwards, he spoke softly, gave me a hug and told me he was proud that i hadn't tried any drugs. i feel sound asleep that night.


the next day, friday, thank god it was friday. this day on would make me hate middle school, even to this day. the night before, word had gotten around pretty quickly in the class group chat. nick was pissed at me. he said he wanted to beat my ass (never happened though) despite my father telling me to get away from anthony, i still spoke to him to get info on what nick was saying. turns out that he got sent to a suspension school for three weeks and was going to court for drug charges. i went to lunch and people started calling me "snitch" this hit me more than anything in my life. i took it personal. people kept calling me that the entire day, the next month and even the rest of the school year. later that day, i started crying when i got home. i hadn't cried in a long time and i was truly said. nobody was my friend anymore and everyone hated me. (with exception to a few people, bless their hearts. they never judged me after what happened and i thank god for that) when nick came back from suspension school, everyone, everyone missed him. they acted like he did nothing wrong. one kid, who never judge me and supported me through the rest of the year, even said they acted like he won the medal of honor or some sort of reward. after this, i stopped caring about ms. i started becoming more silent and didn't care what i wore to school. no teacher ever gave a shit that i was being bullied. the dean even had the balls to come up to me during lunch and ask me to rat out people in my class. i knew what was going on (people had been getting drunk in class) but i wasn't going to tell him. fuck him. i will forever hate him. he is one of the reasons i hate my old middle school. finally graduation came, i received me diploma and left. i never wanted to see any of them again. from then on, i haven't spoke to anyone from my middle school. i never do.


this experience has taught me very valuable lessons that i will always carry with me.


•you learn who your real friends are. 

•you will always be guilty by association. 

•you will always learn who your real friends are. you can be friends with many people but you should over trust a few. there's friends. then there's friends you can trust.

and many others. 

i also believe there's two types of "snitches"

1. the people who have choice 

2. the people who don't have choice

the real snitches are number one. if what's going on is not affecting you or hurting someone else then it's none of your business. there's no need to go rat someone out. number two are people like me who would've taken the fall for someone else if they hadn't said anything and had no other choice but to get themselves out of trouble.

this experience has also made me more mentally tough. these days, pretty much nothing bothers me anymore. i've grown very tough skin and have become more patient. i hope this has taught you guys a lesson to not judge people until you've seen or heard the full accurate story and to be more open-minded individuals in general. very few people actually know the full true story of what happened that day, as i hate telling that story. if people actually heard or cared to know the full story back in middle school then they probably wouldn't have called me "snitch" and bullied me. 

today, i'm in high school. i have a few true caring friends who actually give a crap about me (and don't do drug) yay. next week i plan on asking a girl out for the first time in my life :) wish me luck!

thanks for reading guys.

TIFU by going in the bathroom with my "friends" who were doing drugs