It was Friday night and my parents had decided to go out of town for the weekend, leaving me in charge of the house. Me being the crazy party animal that I am, saw this as a golden opportunity to throw a party on Saturday. After my parents left, I began making phone calls and posting on social media sites to let people know of my lucky situation. Soon word was out to the entire school about what was happening. After I felt that I had gotten the word out well enough, I settled down and went to bed for the night, excited for the day that was to follow. I slept well that night and by the time I woke up I was full of energy. I set up the house, ordered pizzas, and waited for the people to arrive. It was around seven p.m. when everybody started showing up and everything seemed to be going as planned. At about ten o’clock I began to notice the issue. More and more people kept showing up. I wanted a big party but I had never anticipated that many people. It had gotten to the point where I could no longer control what was happening so I just decided to let things happen. As you would’ve guessed, this was a bad idea. The party didn’t start dying down until about four a.m. I had around six hours before my parents would be home from their trip so I cleaned up as fast as I could. By the time my parents had gotten home, I managed to clean the whole place up. They never new what happened and I got away with the whole thing. From then on, I knew that would always be a night to remember.