I was running down the court during eighth-grade basketball practice, just a few days after fall tryouts, when it happened: I stopped short and felt my hip pop. An X-ray showed that I had a hip fracture. I’d be out of school a few days and on crutches for about a month. The doctor prescribed me opioid painkillers. That one bottle of pills would be the gateway to something I never thought could happen to someone like me: drug addiction.