THE APOCALYPSE

PERSONAL NARRATIVE

So i’m going through high school and you know how it is. It’s a very tough time, everyone is going through changes, going through the struggle of fake friends, boyfriends, figuring yourself out, college, SAT, jobs, sports, grades, and everything else. It was just this great big world of stress.

At one point in my high school career I was dating this boy who used to be my bestfriend and I say boy ‘cause he was just a boy, just as I was just a girl. It was halfway through my junior year, and so I was always busy never having enough time to just sit down and talk with him. For a while that was fine, we were fine with just talking on the phone and texting and only ever really being able to see each other during lunch, but then we started getting irritated. A high school relationship can only last for so long while only talking for a couple minutes a day.

Now, being in a relationship is hard enough without the strain of absence between it so we came up with a “good” idea, an idea I like to refer back to as “The Apocalypse”. Looking back at it I can safely tell you that the idea we had was nowhere near a good one. We had thought that him sneaking out of his house and coming to my house at 3 AM would be the perfect way to just sit and talk, to have no interruptions. In the end, that’s all we wanted, just to talk. So we planned it out and picked out a time for us to execute our not-so-genius idea, and so there I am at 3 o’clock in the morning, in my room, in my PJ’s, and watching Bob’s Burgers while I wait for him to come. I had opened up my window to let him in as soon as he got there and I was just sitting there patiently. After a couple minutes of waiting my phone rang with a text from him saying that he was around the corner. Excited to finally be seeing him I decided to change the tv to another show to seem more mature and just sat and waited. A few more minutes went by and I started to wonder where he was, I waited a couple more seconds before getting up off my bed and looking at the window, hoping to see him walking towards the house. What I saw instead was a police car, and my boyfriend, caught and being interviewed by the officer.

That had been the first time i’d ever done something like that before, I’ve never snuck anyone into my house nor have I ever snuck out of my own house. So while creating this plane i’d been hopeful, I mean it was my first time ever doing anything that extreme so what could possibly go wrong, right? Anyway, apparently my boyfriend had been casually walking and when he spotted the cop car driving by, he ducked quickly behind my dad’s car making him all the more suspicious. Doing what he’s supposed to do, the cop pulls over right in front of my house went up to him, and started interviewing him, and for the sake of this story and the poor guys identity, let’s call him Jake.

Nervously I tried doing the right thing by walking outside and talking to the officer. We both talked to cop for a few minutes when the officer then said, “We have to call your mother and have her come pick you up.”

I was horrified, I knew his mother. She was a nice lady with a nice smile and she always invited me to church. I was petrified, what was going to happen now? Would we be forced to break up? Would Jake hate me after this? The whole time I was stressing,  I was outside with my boyfriend, a cop, and my comfortable pajamas worrying while my parents were still soundly asleep inside the house.

Jake started calling his mom and the cop started interviewing me.

“Is this your house?” I looked up to him and nodded.

“Are your parents inside?” Another nod.

“Do they know you invited him over?” This time I shook my head and looked down, embarrassed that this was actually happening to me right now. And embarrassed that I had betrayed my parents trust like this.

We both stayed quiet for a minute until Jake pulled the phone away from his ear and explained what was happening. His mom didn’t have a car that day and there was no possible way for her to come pick him up. She asked the officer if there was any way she could give him a ride, to which he answered no. Jake talked to her a few minutes and there was no change to the answer. We didn’t know what to do, the police officer couldn’t give him a ride and he obviously couldn’t go back walking. There was a few moments without talking when the cop finally spoke up, but I wished he hadn’t. He said if no one could come and pick Jake up then he’d be forced to call child services. I panicked, that couldn’t happen. A million thoughts started to run through my head, would he have to stay in a home for kids with no parents? Could his parents get in trouble for the stupid mistake we did?

I did the only thing I could think to do, I woke my parents up and asked them to give Jake a ride. I knew that I was in major trouble, my phone would get taken away, I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere for months, and I’d be forced to break up with him. Upon being woken up in middle of the night my mother was furious, and not to mention my dad. It was 3 am and it seemed like the start of WWIII was brewing, but my parents are reasonable. They talked to the officer, went back in to get dressed, then drove him home.

The next morning I got in trouble, as expected, and had my phone taken away and some other privileges taken away too. I was upset, but a pleasant surprise occurred, I was still able to date him. I was happy with that, but as I said, it was high school and we broke up eventually anyway. Now I can safely to you that the night I like to call, “The Apocalypse”, was not worth the trouble that came with.