At my high school we had a zero tolerance policy for substance abuse, if you were caught in the presence of anything you are on social probation for 2 weeks, which means no sports. So its my senior year and the high school loser, 3rd in our class decides to have a ripper at his mansion in the center of town. So by 11 oclock when there are easliy 200 people there the cops finally decide to make an entrance. Alot of people flee at first but the hard core partiers, my friends and I, stay to pound some more. Now the cops are in the house and I wish I had left. I am the captain of the lacrosse team and I am fucked if I get caught. My team mate and I look for a place to hide and find an empty room. We slide the two couches in the room against the two doors and we each sit on one.
As the cops go through the house retreiving all the hiders they work theyre way to the third floor where we were hiding. I saw a flashlight come in the crease around the door. The cops first gives a little push and flips the latchet(Note: old house with rickety doors that latch open) then he puts some serious weight into it and I am shitting my pants as I dig my feet into the floor. He then walks away and a few second later I see the flashlight appear around the door my buddy is sitting against. The cops then slams against his door attempting to open it. Then I hear him radio down for some help getting into a room. I hear one of my friends who has been caught tell the cop that the room I am in has been locked all night. So after a few more times of the cop laying his shoulder into the door he gives up! We scour the room for a place to piss, we found a barrell and a 12 pack that was left behind. We chilled up there as quite as can be until all teh parents of the caught kids had come and the cops finally left. Three adrenaline pumping hours we spent up there. At practice on monday coach was bullshit because he had heard about the party. He knew we were there but he couldnt proove shit. We got away unscathed! |
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