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Teenage Christmas Disaster

Written by VinceM

This story takes place when I was 18, living in a small town in Massachusetts. If you read my stories here on Story Peeps, then you know that my friends were like my second family… My family and I were never close when I was young, so we pretty much kept to ourselves and didn’t participate in family activities together very often.

One Friday evening in December my friends and I got together to hang out. We went to Freddie’s house to hang out and drink a few beers. Mark brought the beer, Andy brought some herb, and I brought the cigarettes to Fred’s.

After a few hours, we were all bored and decided to go to the mall. At that time I was the designated driver, not because I didn’t drink any beer, but because I had the nicest car; I had a Cashmere 95 Mazda Millenia S.

We hopped into my Millenia popped in some good music in the CD changer; which I relocated from the trunk to underneath my glove compartment, and began our cruise.

Fred and Mark sparked a joint in my car, normally I would get really mad about anyone smoking in the car, but this time I let it go.

We pulled up to the mall and I began cruising for a parking spot. I noticed an opening next to a couple of guys talking. I began to pull into the spot when I heard some type of yelling. The yelling came from the two guys which I then noticed one was a mall security guard. I panicked, because again I find myself in a situation where I have beer on my breath and I’m underage.

I was in the middle of the parking spot when the incident occurred, so I stomped on my brakes and reversed out of the spot. Immediately after that I put the car in drive and floored it, to get away from the irate security guard.

At this mall the parking lot was setup with diagonal parking spaces, so that drivers were forced to travel the lanes in order. I had to take a right and travel between the parking spaces directly adjacent to the spaces I was just in. The Mall Security Guard ran between the cars and presented the halt hand position at my car. I had no intention of stopping, since getting in trouble was something that I planned to avoid. I kept driving and the guard had to jump out of my way! I maneuvered around the parking lot and sped out of the mall like a bat out of hell.

My friends resumed talking once we were on the main road back to our town. “Dude, what the heck are you doing?” asked Andy. “I thought the mall cop yelled get out of the car to us.” I replied back. “I think he was talking to the guy he was with”, said Fred.

Apparently the mall cop was not talking to us at all, but the few hits that I had of Andy’s joint gave me paranoid thoughts. I dropped everyone off and went home hoping that I didn’t have a squadron of cops waiting for me for causing a scene at the mall during the busiest shopping season of the year.

I pulled up to my house and noticed that the street was dark and calm, which brought me a feeling of relief that descended over me. Somehow I was lucky enough to avoid having my license plate observed during my frantic getaway.

The next few days went by and I heard nothing from the cops or mall security guards, so I was sure that everything has blown over.

On the day before Christmas Eve, my mom was in an unusually good mood and we actually spoke to each other for a bit. We then decided to watch Titanic for the first time, it was airing on HBO. This was the first time that I ever watch a whole movie that I could remember with my mom, or dad. It was a nice experience and once we finished, I remember feeling closer to my family. Everything seemed inline for a nice family Christmas Eve.

I walked down to my room and closed the door, when all of the sudden I hear horrible banging on the front door. Whoever was banging on it made it sound like they were going to bring the house down. I opened the door to the garage and saw a whole string of cop cars, which surrounded my house.

Oh my God! I thought to myself as my mom ran to the front door. The cops immediately told my mom that they’re looking for me and asked her where I was. She called out my name and before I knew it I had cops rushing into my living room and hand cuffing me in my own house. They brought me outside and told my mom to come down to the police station by following them there.

In the police car were two cops, they began asking me questions about the mall incident. Being good at making things up I spawned a story out of the blue about a guy in a BMW that tried to ram me off the road, and right when I was pulling into the spot I noticed him pulling out of the mall, so I decided to chase him. Surprisingly the cops and I got along really well and they actually apologized for coming to my house right before Christmas to bust me. We laughed at the mall cops abusing their power and before I knew it I was at their police station.

They told me that I had to fill out a paper which promises that I will appear at the local court regarding the charges the mall cop filed. I signed the paper and then I was released to go, so I met up with my mom in the lobby.

My mom had me drive the car and as I began driving home, that’s when she began her shouting at me. I admit I was no angle growing up, but my mom always took these arguments with me to a whole new level by saying things to me that no parent should ever say to a kid. What type of stuff? You know the standard “You’re a bastard, good for nothing, wish you were never born”, type of emotional abuse. I was so used to her saying these things that I hardly paid any attention to her rampage.

Well that’s how I ruined Christmas that year for myself. I embarrassed the hell out of myself and my family by having six cop cars haul me away the day before Christmas Eve. Just think, if that moment never happened I would have actually enjoyed a family moment with my mom. I guess things happen in life to teach you a whole bunch of lessons in case no one cared to teach them to you beforehand. Such is my life. Lesson after lesson learned the hard way, but these day I can’t complain because although I was a young rascal,  I eventually grew out of my mischief and grew up into a sensible adult.

If I could speak a word of wisdom to young kids who lived a life like I had, I would definitely tell them that the sooner they decide to stop getting into trouble, the sooner their life will become less complicated. Take it from me. And if this story doesn’t sway you, you should read my other stories here on Story Peeps.

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