One Summer Night

Please remember the day when you were a teenager. They made so many decisions and choices; there are many advantages. Do you remember all the fun times you have now? Please walk around with your friends, gossip, oversleep, phone, and afraid teacher all the time. Now, I want you to imagine that this is the last day before summer vacation. As your parents and some friends travel to Lake Kentucky, you are at home alone.

On summer night before high school third grade, I began thinking about the possibilities of the university seriously after college failure. I was supposed to stay home at midnight, but when I opened the front door, there were at least two points in the morning. My phone and my stepfather do not know where I am and I can not find the answer because the phone is not very popular. When I arrived with Brian of friends, frustration had already been established - but we were high as much as both of them weed kite. The door opened, the mother was standing there, this time she was not angry. She seems to be tired. I can not stand it. I knocked down all drinking, drugs and troubles. We stayed in Texas for about a year and I had a hard time for a long time.

On the summer weekend at college, I asked my sister to come back and spend the night together. I am a second grader, my older sister is a junior high school student. We attended family gatherings and drank the appropriate amount of PBR on a hot summer evening in Evanston. I started talking with the boy, it's good. He is very good, I am very interested in it. But I left soon and took my sister home. She told me that unfairness what she thought was herself, she thought she could not measure it. She also pointed out how thin and attractive I am in my eyes, "letting boys do the job." Her how I thought I did everything in high school - maintaining good grades, participate in sports, and extracurricular activities, and into a good school. At college, I talked to her about internship, intimate relationship between friends, boy hit me at the party. With an external checkbox, she thinks I succeeded

However, this sense of security quickly disappeared in high school in summer, and I entered the high school year of my high school. My friends and I just enjoyed having one night at another friend's house. I am the only friend with a driver's license, so I agree to take my friends to town. This will be late at night. We cruise as usual. Play some music, enjoy each other's company, and talk about the future as usual. We are behind us in the light went well all until you see is that the flashes, and special police cars and two police cars were quickly approaching. I was scared so I immediately stopped. I know that it all suits us, but I do not know the reason.