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I was not allowed in the play due to breaking and entering....
let that sink in a little....
oh....
yeah....
ok, is it sunk in?
good, this is the story.
I went to the school for the play after visiting one of my friends. when I got there, I got out of the car and went to the door but it was locked. a few of the other people that are in the play were sitting outside of a locked door, freezing. one of my friends said that one of us should go around the school to see if there where any open doors so that we could get in. I ran around and found an open door and went in. being the fool that I was, I made a story about prying open the door with a spoon because I had one in my pocket but that was just to make the story more interesting. this however made it seem that I broke in when in actuality I just found an open door and walked in. anyway the alarm system was armed and I opened the door so after everyone was in from the cold, the cops came. I cleared everything up with them and they left but word got around and my teacher booted me out the door after yelling at me so hard that I feared I would slip up and drive his face in with my sneaker. so on the last day of the play, after all I made and all the time and money I put into it I was not able to help out with the last performance.

I was devastated.
I wanted to call a friend so that we could talk, but everyone I called hadn't the time so I took solace in Mannheim with old friends and older practice. we spent the day driving and smoking and finally going back to one of their houses to drink. I was able to stay my hand, I did not drink a drop, even at my weakest emotional point, but I still fell victim to depression as I realized the actual potential of everyone of my actions. we played video games for a while and I went back to the one place I most wanted to be, the high school.

I was granted permission to help out with tear down after the play but even then I was torn as I did not know if I would be able to participate in the cast party, either way, the rest of the story is uneventful, had not it been for a certain young lady that rested her head on my shoulder at the cast party, my day would have been the worst in a long time.
thank you.
the end.