Okay, my friend called up and asked if I'd like to stay over at her house for the night and go to a movie and a basketball game the next day.  I asked my mom and of COURSE since she is very protective of her precious little teenager (I was thirteen, still am) she said yes, if I called her the minute anything went wrong.  So I went and it turned out to be a party thrown by her older sister, not a sleepover.   And parties eventually end up with--you guessed it--offers to smoke, drink, etc.   I of course refused everything and went outside.  I didn't want to call my mom because I figured it wasn't my friend's fault, besides she was trying to get everyone to leave anyway.  This guy came out and looked really sick and I asked him what was wrong.  He said "People are acting like idiots in there.  I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, but they keep bothering me."  So I talked with him a bit and eventually the police came to get everyone out of the house.  They saw me and Jarrod (not his name, I'm just using it because I like it) out on the steps and asked us if we were okay.  We said we were and that everyone was inside who was doing all the stupid stuff. (might I tell you that me, my friend, and Jarrod were the only 13 year olds there.) So it turned out that Jarrod's older brother was taken into custody and he was too stoned to remember hey, he had a younger brother that he had taken to this party.  So Karissa (not my friend, just needed a name) offered him a room until he could get home.  My mom called just then and I ran to answer it. (caller ID.) I told her that everything was fine and she asked to talk to Lori (not friend's mom's name.) Lori, of course, was not home, so I said she was picking up the pizza at Papa Murphy's.   (yes, it's a real pizza place.)  She said that it was okay as long as I called her the minute something seemed wrong and I said okay.  I then hung up and went to bed, seeing as it was almost three o' clock. (pizza at three in the morning?  What was I thinking?)

I woke up the next morning and went into the bathroom and had just gotten halfway dressed when Jarrod walked in, kinda groggy.  Let's just say that when he left I wasn't only half-dressed anymore.  (nothing really mature happened, if you get my drift.   Come on, we're 13!) 

So I got dressed again and went to the movie, b-ball game, etc.  When my mom came to pick me up she was pumping me for details about what we did until three in the morning and stuff like that.  Then she asked why my clothes smelt like smoke and alcohol.  I came up with the lamest lie ever known to mankind: "We were doing science experiments." She also noticed a hickey on my neck and asked where that had come from.  Lame lie number two: "A bug bit me when we were looking for stuff outside." I could tell my mom didn't believe me and probably thought I had smoked, drank, and made love during the night when really I hadn't.   She hasn't let me got to any sleepovers since unless she talks to the parent and knows the parent will be home.  I hate being treated like a little kid but I guess I brought it upon myself.