gabby+m's+memoir

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Gabby Mastandino It was last summer, mid August on a crisp dusky night. Driving around privileged with daddy’s car, and my best friend in the passenger seat. Aimlessly, with no destination it’s never a dull moment when were together. Looking though our identical phone books, we scroll down our cell phones to find a location to begin the night. Scrolling, scrolling till new text message from…Kyle Moore appears on Corie’s phone “what are you doin tonight?” she immediately texts back “nothing with Gab, how bout you ?!” We wait and wait for what seems like hours for a response when in actuality was twp whole minutes… “Wanna come chill with me and Daryl.” Desperate we text back “When and where.” After they respond “Now at Brooks Crossing.” Corie not having a clue what a Brooks Crossing was. I was already half way to the Elementary school both my younger brother and sister attended. We finally get to the school that is all the way across town, bordering the Brunswick’s. Pull into the over sized parking lot. With no one n sight Corie and I doubt ourselves for even wasting the gas mileage. We call Kyle with disappointment and worries of being stood up, he picks up the phone “we see you get out of the car.” “No you guys come up here, were scared.” “Nah don’t worry walk behind the school you’ll see us.”(exact words)we sat in the car for another 15/20 minutes after that phone call debating walking behind the school or not. We finally get out of the car locking the doors multiple times, holding on to each other for dear life we walk behind the school in complete darkness. Automatic lights turn on in as we walk on school grounds, when we hear banging on the abandoned school buses. Corie’s phone rings and answers to Kyle “come by the buses.” Walking alongside the buses we see one of them has the emergency back door wide open. Kyle pops out ad both me and Corie scream. We convinced the boys to hop out of the bus and onto the playground where we wouldn’t get in as much trouble. Walking off the buses we didn’t notice the janitors who were exiting the school! School is not in session, so what were the janitors doing there anywhere? At nine o’clock on a summer night? They didn’t say anything to us, so we didn’t think anything of it. Literally five minutes later two cop cars pull into the parking lot of Brooks Crossing. If it wasn’t sketchy enough that only one car was in the parking lot this hour on a summer night, Corie and I sprint back to the car. With my brilliant idea to drive away before the cops can see us, and if they ask we were simply just making a U turn. About to pull out of the parking lot when the cops flash us down and shout over the mega phone PULL OVER. Still wanting to pull out of the parking lot and start a high speed car chase from the cops Corie convinces me to pull over. We get out of the car when the interrogation begins, “Where are you guys supposed to be? What are you guys doing on school property?” The police ask with many other questions following. Kyle confidentially answers the officer, “We were just chillen, talking on the playground officer.” The officers take a few steps closer to Kyle. “Have you been drinking alcohol tonight?” Kyle immediately responds “No sir.” “Hard to believe when you smell like a friggen Brewery” “Nah my bad that’s my cologne.” The officers warn us almost threatening if they come back in the morning and there are broke windows or graffiti vandalizing school property they WILL come find us, and lock us up. Gotta be some kinda of joke. Who knew playing on a playground after dark could be considered a felony by the South Brunswick police department.