“Truth or Dare,” the basic game at a high school party. Cassie, James, Michelle, a few other people, and I started to play.
“Truth or Dare?” Cassie went first.
“Dare!” replied James. James is the kind of guy who never chooses “Truth” because he says that’s only for girls.
“Take your grandpa’s keys, get the truck, and go to the ditch by Austin.”
It took a minute for that to sink in, then everybody started looking at each other. James contemplated for a while. Is he going to do it? “He won’t!” was all that could be heard in the room.
“James, take me to go pick up a friends by Hayes, please.” I told him. I asked my grandpa for his keys and off we went. The truck isn’t so big, and everybody went. A lot of girls were lapping it and….mostly everyone was underage drinking. We got to my friend’s house, Elizabeth, and she got in the truck. Everything was fine, everyone felt the music.
“James, are you drunk?” “James, what are you doing?” James didn’t want to say what he was doing and was somewhat drunk.
Everything happened so quickly. One minute we were on our way home, the next we were on a ditch, the tire from the truck popped, and the front of the truck all messed up. “Who’s next?” James said after a while. It took us a minute to realize what he was talking about; the game! Everyone felt angry, scared, and was screaming. What were we going to do?
It was one in the morning, underage kids were drinking, an underage kid was driving without a license, and it was passed curfew. Elizabeth, Cassie, and I started walking home, only to have James yell at us and say to go back or we were going to get stopped by the police. We went back to the truck and when the girls were in, the boys pushed the truck to the nearest gas station.
We got to the gas station and a lot of people stood there, so we started to freak out. We asked for help, but nobody wanted to help us. A truck passed by, a man got out and asked if we needed help; we said yes. Barely starting to help us, the cops showed up.
“I’m going to go home to get more tools, I’ll be back,” was the last thing we heard from that man.
The officer started asking questions, we said we were okay, and they left. Elizabeth’s dad picked us up, took us home, picked up my grandpa, went back to the gas station, and tried fixing the truck. It was a long night; we got home at four in the morning. The basic “Truth or Dare” game high school kids play at parties got serious and never again did we dare something that could have ended our lives or gave us a ticket.
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