Got caught smoking weed at school Story

This is the story of how I got caught at school with possession of marijuana and smoking it on campus. 
 
It started in the morning, I was getting ready for the day and I knew it was going to be a block day so I would have certain classes today and not other ones. I decided it would be fun (since I've done it before) to smoke a j or two at school and get high for a couple of my classes. I also get high anxiety and depression so that's part of why I was doing this. 
Anyways, I packed my bag of weed in my backpack, and I had originally had about 8 grams in there and I was down to like 4 or 5. So not really thinking, I just put the bag in by itself because I didn't smell the weed very stongly. So I went to school and a few of my friends and other people told me they could smell it hella strong on my bag, but I figured it wouldn't be a big deal. So, when lunch came around I texted my friend to see where she was and she was in a teacher's classroom. We'll call her Catherine. Since Catherine wasn't there, I decided to go check out some club booths set up around outside (it was club day), and when I was done with that, I went to the P.E. locker room to possibly start a sesh.
When I got there, I saw a couple girls I knew in my grade doing makeup after swimming, and so I said hi and stuff and went to the bathroom that's right outside the locker room. Both of these places are right near the gym too. 
I stayed in the bathroom for a while, just to pass time and then rolled up a j to smoke in the bathroom (NEVER A SMART IDEA). 
Since I had done this before, I learned that if you blew into the vent, it would suck it up into it and wouldn't cloud up the bathroom. I assumed I could do the same thing with the vent in this bathroom, but I realized it was different this time. I blew towards the vent but it just splayed out across the ceiling, not going anywhere but around the bathroom more. I waved my hands around to try and fan it out but I had the joint in one hand so that wasn't working very well. 
I only brought one match with me to light the joint (I lost my lighter) so I couldn't just put it out and re-light it somewhere else. I knew I had to finish this or it would be a waste of weed. I kept smoking it while trying (and failing) to blow it through the vent. I began to get nervous as I finished the joint. The bell rang right as I was finishing it, so I quickly flushed the remains down the toilet and tried to clean up quickly. I was starting to feel the high, so I couldn't really smell the weed, but I knew I probably reeked like shit. I went to the locker room because I had P.E. next and began to spray an extreme amount of body mist all over myself. People started to file in slowly, and I could here them exclaiming about the smell. Paranoia started to kick in and I nervously looked at everyone to see their reactions and how bad it was. Before I knew it, two of our female P.E. teachers came in and started walking throughout the locker room. I saw them both look at me almost a little suspiciously (or it seemed to me) and they continued up and down the isles of the locker room, obviously they had smelled the weed like everyone else. Thankfully, right then, no one caught me. Yet. I proceeded to go to class and I talked to a few of my different friends in the class, including Catherine. They could all kinda smell it on me and everyone was talking about how the bathroom smelled terrible and they were plugging their noses and coughing and looking at me. If you've ever been in a situation like this, where you know that you're the one who did it, you feel awful in these kinds of moments. I just started wishing to god that I wouldn't get in trouble for anything and it would blow over fine. The teacher had us all sit down and she called role and walked up the whole line of us like usual. When she got to me, I tried to act as sober as possible, and I think I did a pretty decent job, and I also kept asking my friends if I looked high or sober. They all said I was fine and some jokingly started to mess with me, saying I smelled awful and that I was gonna get rapped. 
The class continued without any issues, until I saw one of our very known security officers standing with our P.E. teacher (ones of the ones who was walking through the locker room) standing on the side of the track. I notified my friend and at this point I figured I was fucked but tried to remain calm. After a little bit, they called me and Catherine over and told us to go with the security guard. Catherine was known for smoking and stuff so I think they might have suspected her and people probably suspected me too. So we went with the security guard and he led us to the location of the "crime" or whatever and we waited for one of the assistant principals to get there. 
When she got there, Catherine was pissed and she asked if they could "make this fast" because she had a 7th period to go to.....
They wanted to search our lockers and backpacks and so they led Catherine in first, then me. The assistant principal and I searched my locker but I had stuff still in my backpack still. The smell was obvious, and I went to the office with her. She even watched my as I zipped open my backpack to spit out my gum. I knew she suspected me. We got to the office and I remembered that I put the stuff in my other pair of shoes I had in my backpack. The vice principal searched through my backpack and surprisingly didn't find it, but then she called in another assistant principal to search and that's when I got really nervous again, I knew I was fucked. Even after I packed my backpack all up again, she still looked through and tore apart everything. The bag with my shoes and change of clothes was on the ground. I almost thought, when she didn't find anything in the backpack, that I would get away fine. Until she asked about the bag on the floor. Then she picked that up and I could tell she knew. My leggings smelled like dank, and she then looked in the shoe, she tapped it too at the top, and the baggie didn't fall to the bottom. I actually thought a miracle might happen and I would get away UNTIL she stuck her little old wrinkly hand up the shoe and found the bag. I knew it was all over. I tried to act surprised, like I forgot it was in there or it wasn't mine, but in the end they didn't buy it. They called my parents and they obviously told them what happened and my dad came and met with me and the assistant principal. She discussed the consequences with us and told us what would most likely happen. When my dad and I were leaving to take me home, I saw Catherine waiting in the counselors office and I saw her look at me. I still can't tell if she's mad at me or just plain pissed. Now I'm at home writing this. Today has been so far the worst day of high school and if I could take it back, I would in a heartbeat. 
The moral of this story is basically NEVER SMOKE IN SCHOOL. If you're gonna get high, make sure you do it away from school and use eyedrops, deodorant, an air filter, anything you need to cover it up. PLEASE LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES. I feel like I just ruined a couple HUGE parts of my life. Don't be stupid like me please remember this story next time you think of doing something like this, remember how much trouble I am in now and how much I regret this whole day.