Tell a funny story from your high school days.
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Madame Bleu — 5 years ago(May 10, 2020 02:30 AM)
I hope you had some time to reflect on what you did.
Ok, so freshman year. I was 14. My friend was spending the night at my house, and one of his friends, who was supposedly 16, whom I never met, was coming by to pick us up who was going to have alcohol he stole from his parents.
My parents knew about this, but they decided to change her mind at the last minute. She said we weren't going out with a boy she never met in a car. But it was too late at that point; the boy was already on his way. My mother can't be rude and change her mind on us at the last minute.
So boy comes, honks. My friend and I rush out of the house. My ma sees us and runs out, gets in front of the car. I said "Go Go!" and the person's car hit my mother's knees.
We picked up two other girls, friends from school, and drove all around town. We pulled over in a parking lot and drank.
One of the girls, 14, got crazy tipsy. She wanted to drive, and the driver thought this would be a wonderful idea.
We're driving on the highway, it's about 1 AM, not too much traffic, thank the stars. She's swerving like crazy. Then I see it before it happens, in slow motion. She smashes into the center median.
She's sobbing and crying. We pull over, and a stranger sees us. He helps us change the tire. Car is still driveable, only a flat tire. No cops were called.
Original driver drop the girls off first, then my friend, and then goes to drop me off last, and their are cops in my driveway. Turns out my ma called the police on us. Little did she know we also got in the accident from being drunk, too.
So all the parents knew about this by this point. The cops were also visiting them.
My mother had two bruised knees. The cops asked me what I knew about the driver. I said, he's 16…
They said, "No. He's 14." Turns out the guy was 14, and stole the car from his parents. My friend didn't tell me that although he knew. It made it look like I was lying to the police.
My friend and I weren't allowed to see each other again.
Until a month later, when we went to a Rob Zombie concert for which we already had tickets. Our parents had talked and agreed they'll let us to go this, but only if they drop it off and pick us up right when it ends.
My mother drops us off. His mother would pick us up. When we left the concert, we couldn't find her car. This was unusual, as we expected her to get their early. We walked around the block, and nothing.
This was before we had cell phones, so we're searching for a pay phone. Now I'm worried that my parents are going to think I left somewhere after the concert.
Now it's about an hour after the concert ends. My friend calls his dad from a pay phone. The dad answers, telling him that his mother left over two hours ago to pick him up. Now, the dad is confused, as well. He can't call her, because again, no cell phone. His dad said he'll come to pick us up and that if his mother shows up first, to tell her that dad's coming.
And that's when the dad discovered the nightmare on the way to get us.
He finally showed up to pick us up with some horrible news we weren't expecting. His mother had died in a fatal car accident by a drunk driver who ran a red light. And more, it was a famous professional athlete who did it.
So many emotions were going through my mind, especially considering how close my mother was going to be the one to pick us up, and his mother drop off.
That was the last night we ever hung out.
umm thanks!