Did That Really Just Happen?!

In my last post, I was looking for a party to go to last night. Well, I did find one but my night backfired. It was total chaos (and not the good kind). This is completely and 100% true, so don't think I'm making it up to seem more interesting or whatever.

The beginning of the evening I was texting everyone I knew trying to find something super fun to do for the last night of summer. Of course nothing was going on. My night was headed down the shitter. Then Lani invited me to come to our friend Ryan's house. I drove there and they all blazed. I don't do that so I just sat and talked. We chilled for a little then me, Lani, and Alex went to pick up my next door neighbor, Paige, and her boyfriend, Mike.

Where I live, all the highschool kids hang out at Sheetz. Yes, like the gas station. And yes, it is very lame. So we went to Sheetz. Ryan was telling us that he heard about a party at this kid Zach's house, who is in the grade below us. The original plan was that we were going to go to his party, steal the alcohol, take it back to my house and have our own party. I know, we're assholes.

I drove to Zach's house and everyone was hanging out by a bonfire back in an open area near the woods behind his house. Everyone there was already completely piss drunk. We all just hung out for a little and none of my friends or I had more than one beer before we saw headlights shining on us. A shady looking car was driving towards us. I started panicking a little and walked over to the edge of the woods. Then I heard Paige's boyfriend, Mike, yell that it's the police and I bolted through the woods as fast as I can. It was difficult because the brush was heavy and everyone started pushing me from behind. By this time, I'm in pretty much the back of the group because everyone has pushed past me. At this time I glanced back, and saw a man dressed in black. He was shining a flashlight on us and yelled, "There's no use running through the woods, kids". That made me run even faster. I decided to break off from the group and instead I ran to the left because that's where the street was. I had to get my car. I expected there to be more police cars on the street but there weren't any at all. I sprinted down Zach's neighbor's backyard and to my car. I hopped in and sped away. When I got to the main road, I saw a bunch of girls run across from the woods. On the way home I decided I had to tell my dad everything that happened. Not that I was drinking, but everything else. I was worried that the officer had gotten my license plate number. My dad was not mad at all. In fact, he kind of laughed it off which I did not find funny at all.

I was on the phone for two hours with about 6 different people. All of my friends were at home safe. I was told only three people got underages. Zach, a kid named Jason, and this girl from another school district that was there.

I'm still nervous that a cop is going to show up at my door at any minute. What if those kids rat me out? But then again, the police have no evidence I was drinking. I got away. I'll still be worrying for at least a week. I think by then it would be safe to say I'm in the clear.

What. A. Night.