Downhill

Chapter One: The Beginning Of The End

I was 12 years old, just about to start at my first high school. Doing well for myself and never looking back at what ever went wrong, because, if I'm honest. There wasn't much. I was a smart kid, top of the class in every class and good at practically every sport known to man.

So what could possibly go wrong? Short answer, everything. It all began at high school, I didn't know anyone as all my friends went to different high schools than me. I met these people who appeared as really cool, nice people who let me into their group when I was walking around like a nobody. Little did I know that this was the beginning of my downfall.

Six months passes, and its time for the mid year reports, A's across the board, nothing fell to even an A-, I was proud of myself but the pride was never going to last. My best friend invited me to his birthday party during the holidays, me being the innocent person I am not knowing anything, I though yeah why not it'll be fun. It was anything but fun.

I approach his house seeing cars everywhere, I was confused as none of us had our licenses but I thought nothing of it. There was nobody above the age of 14 when I walked in the room, just around two hundred people. At least that looked like all it was. My friend asked if I wanted a drink, to which I replied yeah, I thought he got me a bottle of Coke, but it wasn't Coke, I had just taken my first sip of alcohol.

I was terrified, how would my parents react, I'm only thirteen years old. My vision was blurry, I didn't know what the hell was going on but I said nothing, I continued to drink it even though I was getting really scared. I went home after, thankfully my parents couldn't tell that I'd been drinking.

I slowly was forgetting about it, until we went back to school when the principal walks into my class and calls out mine and my friends names all to come with him, they take us to an empty classroom with about 20 other students, 5 senior teachers, himself, and 2 on-duty police officers. I thought to myself "What the hell is going on." I had no idea what this was all about until a slideshow begins in the classroom going through photos of everyone in that room that went to the party, standing beside a car, a stolen car.

I was being accused of stealing a car before that party. They told us that 23 cars were stolen that night and every single one of them as at that address. I didn't know what to do, I knew that I wasn't involved in such a psycho act in which I would never even have the guts to do. Why was I being brought into this.