" There was a big crowd that came out that night, but then a few people broke into a fight and soon bottles and cans of beer were flying into the air. No one knew how to stop the fighting and it went on for a good hour or so. One of my friends got his head crack from one of the beer bottles and we had to rush him to the hospital. I stayed there all night with him."
" That's sad, but none of that stuff happened to night"
" I know but it proves that parties can get alittle hecked when there's no one around to controll it. Your lucky your friend was only drunk, the most she could suffer from is a hang over in the morning." He said this with a little bit of grief in his voice. I wanted to ask him what happened to his friend when he was at the hospital, but I decided better. He pulled in my garage and I started heading towards the house ready for whatever punishment I was going to get thrown at me. It was 2 in the morning way pass my curfew, but I didn't care. I started to think about what all Jake had said to me in the car which may me feel more grateful that my friend was okay than being worried about rather I would live to see another house party again.
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