Jillian's+Short+Story

"Be back home at 11:15 P.M., Carla," said Mom. "Yeah, whatever," I said as I slammed the front door shut. Truth is, I don't plan on coming home. I'm going to be out all night then I'm going to Jesse's house. We are planning on going to Leslie's party then roaming the streets with spray paint. This will be my first time decorating a train! Jesse was waiting for me in her car along with Mary. She drives a navy blue Ford Focus. She received it for her 16th birthday. I'm still only 15. "Hey Carla," Jesse and Mary said in unison. "Hey guys! Mom says I have to be back by 11:15 P.M.," I said in a mocking voice. We drove to Leslie's, jamming to music on the way. Once we got to the party, it was so packed there was nowhere to park. This isn't unusual for Leslie, though. She has the biggest and best house in Jansville. I rang the doorbell and Jack, Leslie's brother, answered. "Come on in! Can I get you three anything to drink?" "What do you have?" "We have anything you want." "I'll take a water, and so will they," I said pointing at my friends. The party was great. We were there for two and a half hours- at least 55 people were there. The best part is, Leslie's parents were gone and they have no neighbors nearby. So after the party, we went to the dollar store to pick up some spray paint. We got all the possible colors. We started off near the city train tracks, and eyed the giant cargo trains. We would paint as many as we could before possibly getting caught. Luckily, there was no one around. Next, we went into town. Jesse parked her car in the Wal-Mart parking lot, and we sprayed several benches and the wall of the bank. In my head, in the way back part of my brain, I knew we shouldn't be doing this, but I just couldn't resist. I wanted to be cool, sneaky, and feel the exhilaration. I know my mom will flip out when she finds out about this, but it's worth it. Anyway, after we did one the walls of the bank, I thought it would be a good idea to hop in the car and paint the school. Jesse parked her car in the school parking lot where we thought no one would notice us. It was already midnight when we got to school. As soon as we started off, we saw flashing blue and red lights. We didn't know what was going on! We took off running down the street and totally forgot about the car. As we were getting to the gas station about a mile away from the school, a police car pulled up beside a gas tank. He gave us a stare, and we knew we were in trouble. "Are you Jesse Parker?" asked the sheriff. "Yeah, why..." "We found your navy blue Ford Focus in the high school parking lot unlocked with spray paint bottles in the trunk. There have been many reports of vandalism around town. We're going to have to take you to the station and call your parents." Oh no, I thought, our lives are over.

I was grounded for what seemed like the rest of my life. Jesse and Mary found a way to get out of it. I learned a very valuable lesson that night. Listen to your parents; it will help in the long run.