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Curfew Ticket
It was a Wednesday morning around one o’ clock. It was a very hot night. I was at a friend’s house, and we were up all night messing around in town.
We were sitting at the corner of Noah’s Insurance, and we saw a car coming, so we ran. We had sprinted away from every car we saw that night, but this one was different. Suddenly, we heard the engine roar, his tires squealed, and we saw the red and blue lights flashing. That’s when we knew we were in trouble. Even though we knew we were in trouble, we ran like no other. We would do anything not to get in trouble at that moment.
Instinctively, we ran into the house. Once we turned off the light, we thought we were safe, and that we weren’t in any trouble, but then, we heard a knock on the door. Knowing who it was, we answered it innocently. The officer called us outside and told us that it was very dumb of us to run, and that we would be in less trouble if we didn’t run. Since we knew we were caught, we didn’t argue one bit; we just gave him all of our information.
The worst part of this night was when I had to call my parents in the middle of the night. My parents weren’t too happy to hear what I had to say. My parents said that I had to spend the night at my friend’s house, because they didn’t want to waste their time to come and pick me up.
The next day when I had to go home, I had to show my parents the ticket. The ticket was $82.50. My parents looked at the ticket and realized that the officer had spelled my last name wrong, where I lived was a different location, and my date of birth was different the officer spelled everything wrong. When my dad saw this, he said that I wouldn’t have to go to court, because the officer didn’t even have my information right. So the ticket was for someone totally different. After I had a long conversation with my parents, they understood what happened.
After going to court and not fighting it, the ticket got knocked down to $25 which wasn’t bad. Then I had to make it up to my parents, by doing chores, and all was good.

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