Well, That Was Embarrassing

Another 30-Day Blogging Challenge entry…

I have never been more embarrassed than on the night my parents had to fetch their fifteen-year-old daughter from the county jail at three in the morning.

There were four of us–three girls, and the boy with the car. They met me at the bottom of my driveway. I’d crawled out my window after tucking blankets over a bunch of pillows in my bed.

I was the youngest and the newest in the group, having just moved to the small town a few months before, and had alre...