Another one of those INCREDIBLY close calls

Everyone seems to have their own story so heres mine, excuse any spelling mistakes i didn't have much time to write this.

Me and a friend decided to blaze at break, which is really sketchy because the vice principal and such guard the exits. So us not being the sharpest tools in the shed decide to go on the day of an assembly. This is such a bad idea because alot of people ditch this assembly to go smoke bowls and stuff but all we did was run up a hill near the high school after the assembly was over. We run up the hill blaze like 3 tiny bowls of some schwag (lucky us). We go down the hill starting to feel a little bit stoned and i have all my shit in my pockets, a pipe some weed and a lighter. I turn the corner of the hill and this douche of a big ass black guy named Mr. Cook.(no racism or criticism inteded this is just who he is) comes up and says "what were u guys doing up there" (i said lucky it was schwag cause i woulda bene trippin and unable to defend myself) We just say we went up there cause we couldnt think of a better excuse. Then he says "wait here for the principal to come". Im fuckking tweaking like scared shitless right now because the penalty for getting caught with weed is expulsion from the school. The whole time Mr Cook is pacing around and then he comes up and says, now in this town (our town is famous fro smoking weed) if i find you coming down from here when you know your nto supposed to leave the school during break, what am i supposed to think your doing. We go uhhhhhhh maybe youd think we were drinking? (playing dumb). He then looks at us like do you think im an idot and begins pacing around again. I have no idea why, maybe it was some incredbile luck but while hes pacing around i grab the pipe and lighter in my front pocket and move them into my back pockets. He then comes back and goes "let me check your pockets so i can feel a little better about this situation" Im fucking SKETCHING the fuck out trying to keep my cool. I show him my fornt pockets saying "we don't have anyhting" then luckily i was wearing a jacket of mine that had an inside pocket. I then unzip my jacket and go "if i was keeping anything secret i would put it in here, i seriosuly dont have anything" Apparently that worked because he didnt ask to look in my back pockets. Also another amazingly lucky thing is that after 10 or 15 minuetes the principal still hadnt come; therefore Mr. Cook dismissed us by saying one of his tough guy bullshit phrases like "if i ever see you up here again, ill make sure you get in trouble" or some lame thing like that. I walk down the street still in the sights of Mr. Cook and after 200 yards i go "holy shit man that was fucking insane" and we do our little handshake and walk to our classes.

Just thinking about that makes me realize how much differnet my life would have been if i didnt get out of that situatuion.