Strict Parents Equal Better Off
I found myself in the middle of a debate with my mother to let me go over to my best friend’s house for the weekend. What my mom didn’t know was that it was a plot to allow me to go to a party at my best friend’s house. I had tangled myself into so many lies I didn’t know where to start, but finally she had fallen for the last lie and let me go. I had a feeling that the weekend was going to turn out bad, but it was all to help out with my friends and not let them get caught.
It was finally Friday and I got to school. I told my dad that we were going to ride the bus home and probably just hang out because her parents were going to be busy. They knew that I was supposed to go over there to keep my friend out of trouble because I said her parents were going to have company over and needed me to keep my friend occupied. Well it was 3:10 and the last school bell rang. I was so nervous that we were going to get caught. We got on the bus and arrived at her house. Everything was good so far. Then my dad called. I thought ‘Oh no… we’re busted’, but he was only calling to check to see if we made it home. It was getting later and people were to be showing up at any moment. Just then the doorbell rang. A line of people were coming in. All had something to contribute; beer, alcohol, cigarettes, and whatever other drugs. I was scared needless to say so I just kept down stairs to myself so I wouldn’t get in the middle of all the junk going on upstairs. All the sudden I heard someone falling down the stairs, it was one of my friends who was drunk. I leaped out of my chair and ran up the stairs to see what had just happened. I realized I needed to get her to a bathroom quick because she was about to explode. So the night went on. More drug intake and alcohol consumption continued as the night progressed. People were passing out one at a time, until eventually everyone was asleep or they had left. My phone rang around 9 a.m. and it was my parents calling to tell me that they were on their way to come and get me. I looked outside and they were already there. I made sure that everyone was asleep and taken care of, and I left. They asked me all these inquiring questions that seemed real strange, but they never said anything until the day that they got a call from my best friend’s mother saying that we had a party at their house while they were out of town. I was in trouble.
I never knew that it could end up that later on down the road I would end up in extreme isolation for over three months. I got everything taken away from me from my phone to my designer purses. My friends had even abandoned me and didn’t want anything to do with me. I believe that people should stick with their true friends through thick and thin and be there for them when they need you to lift them up. In the end I am extremely glad that I got grounded – shocking I know. I believe that even though parents might be strict, there is reasoning behind their ways.
I think the only reason I ever went to those parties was because I felt the need to take care of my friends. I have always believed that I should act like a mother figure because when I lived with my biological mother I had to take care of her because she was an alcoholic, and I had to take care of my newborn baby sister because my mother wasn’t there, all at the ripe young age of five years old. I had to assume the role of an adult and also manage to take care of myself. I believe that a child should be a child and an adult should be an adult; let kids have childhoods not two adulthoods.
Now, I don’t feel the need to mother others like I did. While I got grounded for over three months, they all just continued on with their everyday weekend lives. Currently, none of them are doing well. One is a drug addict and failing school, one is down a narrow path with no goals in life, and the other is a little better off than the other; she stopped getting drunk and high every weekend to taking care of everyone like I used to. Remember just because parents might be strict at times, they are not trying to be mean – they are trying to make you a better person in life.
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