On November 2, 2011, I held the craziest house party. Everything that a teenager guy ever wished was present: girls, money, and sex. It was all fun and games until a stupid spectator from the party sidelines decided it was a fantastic idea to report my house to the police for suspicion of illegal substances. Boo hoo.
Fast forward the next year. I presume I have hit an all time high in my life. There is no worries in my life, for I am surrounded by personal bodyguards everywhere. My bombproof house is made of the strongest steel along with brick walls that cover the exterior of the structure. My bed is made for me everyday and there is always someone to feed us delicious school lunches at the five star cafeteria. My favorite would be the chicken patty san
dwiches along a side of delicious milk and banana. I love my life here. After meals, my friends and I are heckled by the bullies of the neighborhood who beat us with the dreadful batons. On saturday nights, I stay at my house for the most of the time and think about the algebraic expressions my math teacher had taught me 2 years ago. My mother would approve of my Saturday studying. However, my mother never visits my house. I have come to a conclusion she is jealous of me and my success.
Contrary to what I stated before, this has been the worst experience of my life, especially the saturday night when the cops crashed my party. It was all so vivid. I was smoking a blunt when the cops opened the front door, tackled me to the ground, and ordered the party to rest. They cuffed me behind my back and forced me to the car seat. The rest was a blur. Little did I know, I ended up in a jail cell confined all alone. the only thoughts that ran through my mind at that moment in time was how great that party was. The “high” has not left me yet until I had woken up from the deepest two hour nap. Realization had hit me then: I was going to court, most likely sentenced guilty, and this confined cell will be my new home for the years to come. How I had made such a bad mistake! Money will not be made in jail, girls will not be present, and there will certainly not be any parties held in jail. I had messed up big time. Beyond Scared Straight is the realest show ever. I’ll be out in ten years, just go on… without me.
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