Personal Narrative: I Was A Rebel

This summer I was a rebel. I wouldn’t listen to my mom; I would lie to her and yell at her all the time because of people I thought were my friends. This summer I learned two lessons.
It all started at the beginning of the summer. I started hanging out with my best friend, going to dances with her mom, and sometimes even with my mom. At one of the dance I went to there was really loud Mexican music. We were all dancing and having a great time. I met this girl named Brittney and her friend Sofia we bumped into them when we were getting something to drink. I remembered them because I had them on Facebook; I just had never talked to them in person. I went up to them and started talking to them about how we would always talk on Facebook and say we were going to hang out but never did until now.
I started hanging out with them a lot after that day because I had lots of fun that night with them. My mom even approved of me hanging out with them. They lived in Liberal so they would either come hang out with me in Dodge or Garden or they would take me to Liberal with them.
One day I went to
My mom thought I ran away and I guess she called the cops. The next morning Brittney told me the cops were looking for me and I was like why didn’t you tell me since yesterday and she said because she didn’t want to get in trouble. So I walked to gas station and asked to borrow a phone to call my mom and she told me to stay there because a cop was going to come get me. I was crying she was crying and the cop finally go there and thank god it was a girl cop well she put me in hand cuffs and took me to the station they asked me questions and I waited for my mom. She got there and I got home and she told me I was grounded and my friend Brittney texted my mom saying she had my phone. I told my mom that wasn’t possible because I lost it at the carnival turns out she had my phone the whole time because she didn’t want to get