During my teen years, I skipped school one time. I wanted to meet my boyfriend, and some of his friends, at his house. His parents worked, so no one was usually home during the day all week. My boyfriend (TJ) and I planned to meet at my bus stop that morning. He had a car; we met around the corner from my bus stop. We drove to a local diner, and waited for everyone to arrive (there were three additional couples meeting us there). After we were sure that my boyfriend’s parents left for work, we went to his house. We had enough time to get something to eat (and decide to split up into separate rooms) when his mother came home early. She was not feeling well, and had decided to take off early from work.
I remember hearing her car pull into the driveway. I also remember hearing everyone else leave through the back door. I was stuck in his room while he went downstairs to talk to his mother. Eventually, she called me downstairs. She yelled at me for being in her home when I should have been in school. She went to the front door, opened it, and told me to leave. I tried to tell her that I didn’t have transportation to get back home, but she said “you should have thought about that before you decided to skip school.” It took me a little over two hours to walk home. I never skipped school again.