Downfall of my Summer
Well another time when i thought sneaking out was the right thing to do. Well it sure was I had 10 dollars for alcohol and 2 other friends putting out the same so that we all might have a fun night. That all changed after about my 5th beer at the [PLACE OF LEARNING] when all of a sudden my phone buzzes in my pocket and out of curiosity i take a gander at who it might be calling me at 3 am. Low and behold its my mom...my fun came to an end and a deep fear arose from its dormant state, one i havent had in such a long time. The bile crept up my esophagus but i supressed it only because my heart was already in my throat. I rushed home with my friend and his mom was already at my house. For some reason his mom believed that her son would be at my house, my mom went to ask me while i was supposed to be in my room and discovered i wasnt there and thats when she called me. When i got home i was made out to be the bad influence the one that supposedly bought the beer. Hoooooray yes the worst day of my life with a side of guilt please!This leads my mom into wanting to find out where i got this beer. When we got to the gas station there was already a cop there...thank god it wasnt his jurisdiction because my breath reaked of alcohol and that doesnt exactly support my argument of how innocent i was. Well there goes my summer, there goes my fun, there goes my freedom out the same window i used to sneak out of...