It was a dark and stormy night. Okay; it wasn’t dark and stormy,n nor was it night. It was a Tuesday afternoon in July, so it was actually rather bright outside. This particular summer afternoon, I was out with a friend doing regular teenager things, which entailed staying inside and playing video games mindlessly. Around three o’clock, my friend, Eric, groaned. “Why don’t we go do something? We’ve been sitting in the same spots since last night!” The night before, Eric and I had decided that the best course of action would be to consume copious amounts of energy drinks and stay up all night. This meant that we very literally hadn’t moved except to take bathroom breaks for a good 14 hours straight. So, when he suggested that we go and do something,
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A little jumping and a high step or two and we slogged to the edge of the mud patch, finally free. Once across, we simply headed for the fence, following it until we arrived at the camp.Tired and irritable, we sat on the porch picking mud off of our legs and pants. We didn’t tell his dad, of course, because we were “just exploring.” Under no circumstances are teenagers allowed to admit they did something wrong or dumb, and that rule held fast. From the time I had fallen in the mud, something was bothering me, but i just couldn’t place it. We got cleaned up and joined the rest of the group outside for s’mores and sitting next to the big campfire his dad made. After that, we tucked into bed and went to sleep. The next morning, the feeling of unease from the night before hit me. I had worn my nice tennis shoes! I went outside to the porch, only to find them absolutely filthy, soaked through with water and mud, most of it having been caked onto the shoes as dirt. Did I mention that these were primarily white shoes? Now, they were a nice brown shade, perfect compliment to the bottoms of my jeans. The rest of that day was spent with a pit in my stomach, knowing that any fun I had would be gone the moment i got home and my mom saw my …show more content…
Later in the day, we packed everything up and headed back to Eric’s house, and soon after that I had to go home. Once i got to my house, I put my shoes inside my bag and just walked in wearing socks, which is something I never do. When asked why I wasn’t wearing shoes, I fell back on the old teenager fallback. “I didn’t want to wear them, that’s all,” I mumbled, being completely unsuspicious. My parents would never know a thing! That is, unless i was required to do literally any athletic activity, at which time i would most definitely be caught. This thought didn’t occur to me at the time, so i simply retreated to my room, delaying the inevitable. That night, I faked being sick so I wouldn’t have to go play tennis with my family. For whatever reason, I didn’t think to just tell my parents, I just assumed they’d be angry; and in a teenager’s mind, making your parents angry is akin to committing suicide. Fast forward two days, and I come home from school to find my shoes sitting on the kitchen counter and my mother standing next to them, looking pretty
A little jumping and a high step or two and we slogged to the edge of the mud patch, finally free. Once across, we simply headed for the fence, following it until we arrived at the camp.Tired and irritable, we sat on the porch picking mud off of our legs and pants. We didn’t tell his dad, of course, because we were “just exploring.” Under no circumstances are teenagers allowed to admit they did something wrong or dumb, and that rule held fast. From the time I had fallen in the mud, something was bothering me, but i just couldn’t place it. We got cleaned up and joined the rest of the group outside for s’mores and sitting next to the big campfire his dad made. After that, we tucked into bed and went to sleep. The next morning, the feeling of unease from the night before hit me. I had worn my nice tennis shoes! I went outside to the porch, only to find them absolutely filthy, soaked through with water and mud, most of it having been caked onto the shoes as dirt. Did I mention that these were primarily white shoes? Now, they were a nice brown shade, perfect compliment to the bottoms of my jeans. The rest of that day was spent with a pit in my stomach, knowing that any fun I had would be gone the moment i got home and my mom saw my …show more content…
Later in the day, we packed everything up and headed back to Eric’s house, and soon after that I had to go home. Once i got to my house, I put my shoes inside my bag and just walked in wearing socks, which is something I never do. When asked why I wasn’t wearing shoes, I fell back on the old teenager fallback. “I didn’t want to wear them, that’s all,” I mumbled, being completely unsuspicious. My parents would never know a thing! That is, unless i was required to do literally any athletic activity, at which time i would most definitely be caught. This thought didn’t occur to me at the time, so i simply retreated to my room, delaying the inevitable. That night, I faked being sick so I wouldn’t have to go play tennis with my family. For whatever reason, I didn’t think to just tell my parents, I just assumed they’d be angry; and in a teenager’s mind, making your parents angry is akin to committing suicide. Fast forward two days, and I come home from school to find my shoes sitting on the kitchen counter and my mother standing next to them, looking pretty