“Dude, we’re in so much trouble,” he says.
Oh my god. My parents. What will they say? How will they react when they get a call that their son is at the police station and had been arrested? Will they be mad? Disappointed? I don’t know what to expect.
“What are we going to do?” I reply. …show more content…
“I don’t know, we just wanted to be cool. I’m sorry, I promise I won’t do anything like it again,” I exclaim. I keep apologizing.
“You better not do anything like this again or you're going to be in big trouble. We have to go to court in a couple weeks because of this.”
Oh my god, I have to go to court. Are they going to make me go to juvenile detention? Make me do community service? I didn’t think it was that tremendous of a deal. After a long, silent drive from the police station to our house, we were finally home. I am scared to go in. What will my mom say to me? I sat in the car for about five minutes, then I went in. As soon as I walked in the door all of my brothers and my sister started laughing at me and calling me an idiot. It’s true, I am an idiot, but it wasn’t funny. My mom walks in and tells all of them to go to bed.
“How could you be so stupid to carry around something like that?” she asks me.
“I just wanted to impress people. I’m sorry, I really am. I am stupid,” I apologize, again.
“You’re grounded until the end of football season. Go to bed.”
I walk out feeling like a