He was having so much fun at the party. It truly was the party of the year. Everyone from school was there, well, anyone who was anyone was there. He was surprised he had been invited at all. After hours of begging and pleading, his parents finally said he could go on three conditions. First, that he didn't drink r do any drugs while he was there. Second, that he would be home no later than midnight. Third, that he would leave if he felt uncomfortable. He had agreed to all of them. They weren't conditions that would be hard to keep. Or so he thought. If her had bothered to look at his watch, he would have realized that it was almost one in the morning. Time flies when you're partying at the beach. People had slowly begun to leave, and now there were only half as many people there than when the party had started. He was a little concerned that so many people were leaving so he checked his watch. His face paled and his knees felt weak as he saw that it was a little past one in the morning. He raced to his car and peeled out of the parking lot. When he got home, all the lights were on and his dad was sitting in the foyer.
"Glad you finally decided to come home."
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