One night my senior year, I was followed by the police.
This is what I was doing.
I took some of the freshman girls I was reaching out to and we went to toilet paper our cross country coach’s house. After a job well done, we were leaving the neighborhood when we noticed a police officer following us. I was still 17 and so the four of us were definitely past curfew…not to mention we were technically vandalizing! The police car followed us for ten minutes or so until I finally turned quickly into a neighborhood, into a drive way, and turned off the car. We all ducked. When the police man turned the corner, he drove right by us.
Then, I burst into tears.
I know this isn’t a dramatic story, but it definitely kept me off the streets from that day on! haha
(p.s. that story was for you, jackie- it was the same one I told last friday at the dudleys! thanks for laughing with me!)