I was in high school and the big dance that made everybody uneasy was coming up on us very quickly. I was a junior and I thought that I knew everything about everything. One of the biggest parts of the prom really has nothing to do with the prom at all; it's the party after the dance is over. Of course, the person with the vacationing parents is the one nominated to throw the big party. .
My parents, however, would never let me go. They are extremely moral people. The rules they have for me are the same rules that my relatives in the last century had. The things I am expected to follow are insane. For example, if I was even one minute late for my curfew I would be grounded for the following day. It just so happened that my friend Connie's parents had left that weekend. Of course, all of my friends were going there and of course, I would not be permitted to go because her parents would be gone. However, I was a "junior" in high school and knew everything about everything; I had a plan on how to go without being caught; I knew it would work. .
I had it all figured out. I knew when I asked that I would be denied the privilege to go and there would be no other option but to lie. My other friend Amanda was also having people over and I was permitted to go there because her parents would be there too. The trick was to have my parents believe that I was going to Amanda's house but really not be. I was supposed to call when I got there, so I called from a cell phone so they had no idea where I really was. (Just in case they dialed the old #69 on the phone). The party was like no other party I've been to before. There was beer, a band, a pool, and good vibes to match. Believe it or not, it worked, at least for a couple of days. Needless to say, for those days I thought that I was the slyest person in the world. .
It was the Monday after the prom and I just got home from school. I knew that something was up before I even got in the door; over the years I had developed a sixth sense about when I am in trouble.
