Thursday, June 20, 2013

The Night I Spent in Jail

So I’d like to share a story with y’all. This is a life story that shouldn’t go undocumented.
I want to tell you about the night I spent in jail at 17 years old.

Oh, now, now. Before y’all go judging me, let me tell you what happened.

It was the first night of homecoming, as seniors we were ready to do some serious toilet papering around our small town. We went to Walmart and loaded up on toilet paper and sidewalk chalk. We borrowed my dad’s van, all eleven of us, some in other cars, and headed out for what was supposed to be our senior moment.

Later into the night, after covering the softball coach’s yard, spelling out, “we love you’s”, on his sidewalk we headed to another home. The home of a boy I didn’t know, but apparently my friend’s did know from the other school in town. 
We pulled up, in the glow of a streetlight, swung the side door open and no sooner had we stepped onto the black pavement did his mother come running out of the house. She said, “Get off my lawn, I’ve already called the police!”

Now, what would you do in this situation?
We ran.

We jumped so fast into our cars and drove as far away as possible and when those blues and reds flashed in our rear view mirrors, we thought for a second we could get away.
Well, we didn’t.

We all got out of cars with full blown cocky senior attitudes and sat on the side of the road while the police officers questioned us.
“Whose car is this?”

“It’s my Dad’s” I replied.
“Follow us down to the police station, y’all are getting booked for the night,” he said.

My heart fell out of my chest. I was terrified.
Eleven seniors followed the police officers to the police station, our fingers were printed, our pictures taken. They brought in the local drill sergeant from the same school we all attended to let us know how dumb we were that night.

I cried, I cried like a little baby and I’m not ashamed to say it, oh, man did I cry.

Stop by Southern Hope next week for the conclusion.


Erin Elizabeth said...

Um...what? I'm terrified of ever going to jail--no joke, it is a recurring nightmare.

J. said...

Oh dear. That seems a little extreme for the cops (and mom) to do that, but it makes for a great story :).

Lisa said...

Oh man! My boys went toilet papering so many seems so harmless in the grand scheme of things teenagers COULD be doing. Oh dear...