The lights dimmed and the curtains opened. I felt like I was going to throw up. Why had I ever thought this was a good idea?...essay

The lights dimmed and the curtains opened. I felt like I was going to throw up. Why had I ever thought this was a good idea?

Sneaking out to go for a party I was forbidden from attending was really not my plan especially after the tongue lash I received from my strict dad about going for parties in which "teenagers smoked pot".

Nevertheless, I was determined to go for the party, I was probably the only girl in my class that wasn't at that party and already my best friend had called me to ask why I haven't showed up yet.

I carefully raised the window of my room, looked down and gauged the distance from the window to the floor, I decided it was too risky so I opted to gently slide down to the ground even though I would probably scald my hands.

I wore my favorite gown, the one I had apparently overgrown, which showed enough of my thighs.

Every little sound I made seemed like it was magnified with a megaphone so I was extra cautious.

As I began my descent, I heard a light switch turn on but I kept going down.

Just as I got to the ground and was about to meet my best friend at the rendezvous, I heard a voice that chilled me to my bones, "And where do you think you're going?"

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