A High School Farewell Gone Awry: Lessons Learned in Chaos

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Trouble on High School Farewell Day

The bonding and the closeness with one's mates create immense feelings of joy and liking of what one does with friends. Sometimes the fun is too much that peers get so carried away that they cannot reason properly and they up putting themselves in grave danger.

The last day of high school is a day that my friend Griffins and I wanted to remain memorable, but the eventuality of it makes us want so much to forget it. The farewell party at school was uneventful. The speeches were rather boring and unusually longer. The would be an after party in the assembly hall later on that day.

Griffins and I alongside our girlfriends, Jessica and Alex, were not so much into the after party. Griffins had obtained fake IDs for us. Jessica and Alex were hyped fun lovers, and they had all the information on the best joints that were throwing parties that night. I would be the designated driver. The after party at school was just a perfect getaway for us to venture out.

We first made it to the assembly hall and took a few photos to be an alibi should our parents ask of the party. My girlfriend Alex had a few cups of beer as Griffins and Jessica took the floor and danced their last day of high school off. There was much excitement as people indulged in a myriad of activities. However, ten o’clock found us at the parking lot.

Jessica and Alex had suggested we party the F2 Klubhouse Lounge. It was popular with young adults, and they had a lenient scrutiny at the entrance. We drove there immediately. We got in quite easy, and we were all in high spirits. We walked across the dance floor brushing shoulders with revelers until we got to the bar section and took seats by the counter.

The drinking was rather slow and light as we started and intensified as the party went on. We shifted between dancing and taking liquor. As fate had it, we were wasted rather soon. The girls lost it to the liquor. However, I remained rather sober, and by the look of things from my friends, we were going to get into trouble. They kept getting into nasty confrontations with other intoxicated kids, and all hell broke loose when Jessica threw up and soiled the dance floor.

The inevitable eviction of Jessica meant our party was over. Once outside, we made our way to the car. The girls were hysterical. Our next move was hardly ponderedon. The girls needed to be dropped home. Things took a turn for the worst when Griffins insisted he would drive us home. Being the cool guy I was, and the bully that Griffins was, I did argue. I handed him the car keys, and we hit the road.

Two miles away from the joint, something seemed to have distracted Griffins. I couldn’t tell if it was the headlights of an oncoming vehicle or his girl. The vehicle first swayed right then left and then amid fears of running into the oncoming car swerved right again and off the road. We were only stopped by an electric pole. We were in trouble. Everyone awoke from their stupor. The only resolve was to contact our parents to bail us out. As we waited for whichever parent would get there first, the only thing in my intellect was the trouble I had got myself. I cornered, and my only hope was that I would not end up in a police cell.