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I am sixteen years old and I live in Texas.

Yesterday at about 7:00PM me and a friend were driving around with nowhere to go and nothing to do, so I decide to pull into a parking-lot at a park near my neighborhood and have a quick little smoke sesh. My friend had just started his tolerance break, so I load up my pinch-hitter a few times and smoke it to myself. About midway through the third bowl-pack I see a police cruiser driving down the road towards the parking-lot where we are at. "COP!", I fucking panic and eat the rest of my weed (which is only about half of a gram), and quickly stash all the rest of my paraphernalia. My mouth is dry, so the weed is extremely hard to swallow, and I can feel some stuck to my mouth and teeth. The cop stops behind my car, gets out, comes over, taps on my window. "We got a phone call telling us that you two have been smoking a BONG in here.", he says to me after I roll down the window. I kind of chuckle to myself, and calmly tell him that we haven't been smoking a bong. After handing him my ID he tells me to get out of the car. He then pats me down, handcuffs me, and puts me in the back of his car before returning to my car to talk to my friend. He gets my friend out and sits him on the curb. The cop then turns his attention towards my car, and begins to search when another police cruiser pulls up. The cop directs the second officer to take care of my friend, and then comes over to me. "Why do I smell weed in there?", he yells at me after opening the door, "And don't lie to me, I know thats weed!". I sit there hesitating on what to say. He looks at me and pauses for a second, "Open your mouth. Let me see in there." I open my mouth and pray that no weed was still stuck in my teeth or in my mouth. "You're going to jail!" he growls after taking a look and then slams the door. My heart dropped. The two cops then proceeded to tear apart my car searching for my stash as I watched from backseat of the cruiser. After 10 minutes they find nothing. The first cop then comes back over to me and asks me where the rest of the "dope" is. I don't say a word. Frustrated, he slams the door and goes back over to my car hoping to find a shred of evidence against me. After another 15 minutes of searching and not finding anything, the police officer becomes furious. He and the other cop scour their manuals looking for something to charge me with, it was obvious they were not very experienced.

In the end he charged me with "destruction of evidence" and continued to reiterate to me that it was a much more serious crime than possession. I did not admit guilt. The officers found no baggie, no pipe, not even a lighter. My friend had a scale that was found, but he admitted it was his not mine. I had no idea he even had it on him. The officer did take two pictures of my mouth, but by that time I had my mouth mostly cleared.

Also when I was released to my parents they weren't given a citation or anything in writing and neither was I.

Am I screwed? Any help or advice is greatly appreciated. Thanks!

-rstone