New York Never Again (FUS - 10. klasse)

It all was a huge mistake.

Well, my mother thought that I would have well of a little change of air for a while, so when she heard my friends from USA had invited me with them back she said yes straight away without have talked to me first. I would love to go but in the same time I didn’t want to leave my girlfriend. After all I did go with them but it wasn’t without thoughtfulness of what would happen when I got there.

There was no need for any kind of worry because when I told them that I had lived in USA before they all accepted me for being one of their kind. My friends were the social types – parties, go boozing every weekend, girlfriends in a row and so on - that were everyday life for them. So it couldn’t wonder anybody that I did go to the parties with them. Me... Who normally never is invited to the parties was now in the centre of the party.

But now to the boring part of the story. To one of these parties my friends got a little bit louder and shaky than they used to be. I didn’t think that much about it, they had probably just drunk too much. It was first later on when a boy who defiantly wasn’t drunk yet – I had only seen him drink a coke with a little bit of rum in it – started to act like them. I asked one of my friends what was going on and he gave me a tiny bag with some pills in it. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that they were that kind of people. They were so nice! He said that if I wouldn’t have anyone then he wanted the bag back. I shook my head and left the house. Outside I laid the bag in my pocket. I decided that if he asked for it I would act like I didn’t know what he was talking about.

Later that night the music got a little too loud. The neighbors called the police and as they arrived they could see that it wasn’t a normal party. The teenagers was on something else than alcohol. They decided to search the whole house and everybody’s pockets. I had totally forgotten the tiny bag in my pocket so when they searched me they found the bag. I tried to tell them that it wasn’t my bag but they didn’t listen to me. I was arrested and detained for questioning. I wrote a quick SMS to my father Andy.

They didn’t put me in prison at once - that surprised me. Instead they took us to an old warehouse and start to question us. I explained several times that I hadn’t taken any of the drugs, they overheard me every time. I couldn’t understand this; shouldn’t the police protect the citizen? I was pretty scared after all this. They were first happy when the other boy who they also had arrested admitted to have sold the drugs. Then they took us for prison. I felt lucky since they hadn’t discovered my mobile yet so I wrote a SMS to my girlfriend Suzie. As I had send it they took it from me.

After a while in prison I was allowed to make a phone call home. I called my mother who said that she would take the first plane to USA and clear up the mistake with the police. She got me a lawyer who believed me from the first second. They cleared up the mistake together and I could finally go home after 2 months in USA.

I will never go to New York with friends who I don’t know very well again.