Everyone Knows What You Did
Because you posted it online
Let’s get personal
When I was a teenager, I did many regrettable and embarrassing things.
But that’s a part of growing up. We’ve all said or done things that we shouldn’t have.
When I was fifteen, I crashed an upperclassmen Halloween party. I showed up wearing a dollar store Spiderman mask. Luckily, I didn’t get kicked out or beaten up. I actually made some friends. And like everyone else at the party, I went ham.
Some guys passed me bottle of something dark and smoky that burned my throat like battery acid. I remember jumping up on a table and kicking my legs in the air like a Russian dancer. I lost my mask in an arm-wrestling match. The rest is a blur, but all I know is that I partied like it was the last party that I’d ever attend.
It was, in fact, the last party that I attended for the rest of the year. Little did I know, someone had been taking pictures all night. The next day, they posted them on Facebook, to my chagrin.
I remember my mother bursting into my room and demanding me to log into Facebook. Needless to say, she saw it all. She recognized me instantly — my kicking, dancing legs on top of an antique table, a cigarette pinched between my lips and a huge smile on my beet…
