Gobbledygook

        First, my school was having a rally, and as my friends and I are sophomores we didn't give a shit about it. So we decided to ditch, it was a little difficult, and slightly scary since there was an administrator at every single door. But we found a door that wasn't guarded yet and made it out. Whew. So we go off on our little adventure, across a main street about 1200 feet away from the school, where we decide to put our little plan into action.

         By this time our bloods pumping, and the adrenaline is starting to kick in. We're all getting excited and everyone was really anxious (especially those who hadn't done this before, like my two friends and I) There's us, three girls, and the others are six or seven guys. We were expecting to get good and dirty and have some aching muscles by the end. Not like that!                        Honestly we weren't up to anything like that. Then what on earth could were we up to you ask? Nothing really, just a nice stroll half crouched in a small pitch black storm drain that could possibly flood with water any minute in which the presence of rats was still in doubt with a major street only ten feet above us with cars zipping across at speeds of 45 to 50 miles an hour.           See? Nothing to it.

          For some reason, we all think this is going to be great fun. Remind me to kill the guy who thought we should ditch the rally and go crawling through this dark dingy place.

My friends have already started going into the maw of this killer beast they jokingly call a tunnel. Eisenhower is a tunnel -well and a dead president, this thing is a death trap waiting to happen. As I'm crawling along the adrenaline is making my heart pound like mad, I'm already panting and I'm imagining the water coming down and killing us all or a cave in or a huge 7 foot tall rat with gleaming fangs comes down and -holy shit I can't breathe. Hyperventilating in a tunnel with no paper bag I'm kinda starting to panic.

         You see I have a little problem with small areas folks, especially areas that I can't see more than five feet ahead in with stale air and at least 15 feet under the ground. The problem's called claustrophobia and trust me it is not fun.

        Now I have never thought of myself as a coward and believe you me a stupid tunnel isn't anything to be afraid of, but when you can't breathe, you can't breathe, and unfortunately I couldn't go on. I had gone as far as I could, I had struggled with every inch, every step deeper into the darkness was hell but I must have gone at least a hundred-no two hundred feet into that dark dingy hole. I look back and see the entrance... fifteen feet away. -_-'

        So everyone else after trying to convince me to come with, and the ringleader in all this, Tye tries to tell me it's perfectly safe, yeah sure, this coming from the guy who thinks it's okay to light firecrackers while they're still in your hand. No thank you.

        I sit in the tunnel with nothing but an almost dead cell phone and sewage junk to keep me company. Five minutes later, some MIA compatriots of ours who we had thought to yellow bellied to come show up. One of them, DJ, stops as the rest continue on,

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I said.

"Chicken out?" He asked.

"Yup." I said.

"See you then," He said.

"Good luck," I said.

... three minutes later...

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he said.

"Chicken out?" I asked.

"Yup," he said.

"You have shit for luck," I said.

        Apparently, he only made it to the first manhole before he had to come back. The others met up with the first group and later I heard, scared the crap out of them. Having someone with me made me feel a lot better about the creepy noises coming from (what I assumed were) my friends deeper in the birth canal reminiscent tunnel. Dj had the brilliant idea of making sex noises to drown out and creep out the others. He tried to get me to join in. Yeah, no. Not gonna happen. When that didn't work he went a little farther down the tunnel, facing away from me and unzipped.

"You are not about to do what I think your about to do." I said.

"You mean I did what you thought I wasn't about to do," he said.

        Ew. Unfortunately, at that exact moment, the school cop decides to drive by looking for ditchers. Now, the entrance to this tunnel is in a valley and we're a fair bit inside, but not wanting to take any chances we decide to hide deeper in the tunnel. This means I have to walk past or rather through the still warm puddle of piss in the middle of the tunnel. Great. Especially since this isn't one of those tunnels with a flat floor, no, just has to be perfectly round. Instead of ruining a pair of perfectly good shoes, I had to put each foot on the side of the tunnel and waddle-wiggle-walk over the puddle.

           We stayed there for about twenty minutes just making small talk when the others come back dusty, sweaty and with four extra people I hadn't seen go in. o.o o.O

That's where the fun with the guys ended but my gal pals and I proceeded to go to my house (as at our school rallies are held at the end of school) play guitar hero, go to a park, go to one of the girls' house, (she had homework) where we stole her phone text the guy she liked, wiped out butts across a lawn (I forget why we did this, so don't ask) then we had a 'bra draw' showdown, went back to my friend's house, "BANG"ed her dogs, gave her back her phone, dragged her back to my house, played more guitar hero, chugged mountain dews, stayed up most of the night and had many many orgies.