Sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs that was scattered around the now deserted room, which was soon to be occupied by people any moment, Kendall couldn't help but think about how he had gotten himself stuck here. He thought back to the moment when he was stopped in the hallway in-between classes. Not that he was actually going to go to his fifth period class, but he didn't rule out the idea completely. On that particular day he happened to have been carrying his stash on him. Kendall had been engaging in a rather typical recreational activity for a few years now. In his eyes he never saw it as a deviant behavior like most people. Hell California legalized it, granted it was for medical use only. But a little weed here and there and the typical high school party didn't hurt him much, if anything it seemed to helped. Mostly to get through high school. Everyone needs an outlet to keep them sane during their four years there.
People say, "high school is the best time of your life!" He had heard that blasé phrase on numerous occasions from his mother. "When I was in high school we lived for the Friday night football games! And rooting our school on against rival teams," Kendall's mother told him. "That's not really my scene Mom," he grimaced. "Honey you should really get more involved in school. It would be nice to see you show some school spirit. Instead you're out with your friends. Not doing much," frowning a bit, disappointed that her son was wasting his time. "Okay." He simply replied as a way to stop the conversation before it started going in its typical circle.
This is one of the reasons he hadn't had his car that day. His parents wanted him to show some effort in changing his current path. Which according to them would lead "nowhere fast." So in turn his car privileges were revoked. Instead his close friend Logan was stuck driving. As soon as Logan picked him up early that morning to get to school on time, Kendall immediately pulled a small package of papers out of his pocket. And soon began filling the paper with the green substance that was in a small plastic baggy. "No way dude! Not in my car." Logan said quickly looking out of the corner of his eye to see Kendall licking the paper to sealed it securely. "Don't worry. I'm preparing for lunch. It cuts out the few minutes I waste wrapping it." He placed the small joint in the bag and tucked it in his sock. They pulled up to school just as the sun began beating down, increasing the temperature to an almost unpleasant degree. "Why do we get here so damn early?" Kendall wined. "So I can get a good parking spot. Kinda like this one," Logan said just as he pulled into the first spot, smirking. "It's not worth it, that's just my opinion." "Yeah well you're not driving are you now?" Sighing Kendall took his bag out of the backseat. Placing one of the straps over his shoulder and heading into school. Kendall thought about asking Logan if he could keep his pot in his car. But Kendall didn't even ask due to the fact that Logan was a stickler about not keeping anything in his car that could land him in jail. In turn Kendall was forced to carry it with him.
When the school officer passed him in the hallway, he quickly grew suspicious of Kendall's blood-shot eyes and peculiar smell that was attached to his clothes. Kendall had grown so accustom to the smell he didn't realize that it was almost permanently attached to him. After eyeing him over the officer stopped him and did a "random search." The officer soon discovered his stashed that was neatly wrapped up and "hidden" in Kendall's colorful sock. That's how he ended up here, sitting in a "recovery program for at risk youth teens." Let's not beat around the bush, he was in rehab. In order to avoid jail time, because of the amount he was carrying on him, Kendall opted to get help for his so-called addiction and agreed to go through the program. Once he successfully went through the program in its entirety he'd be a free man.