A Friday night to remember.

This last Friday I got screwed. Big time. Here's what happened:

I had plans to hang out with my friend *George*. He had already told me I could stay the night because his mom usually didn't care but, they fell through (his mom said I couldn't stay that night because they had early plans in the morning). My phone was broken mind you, for some retarded reason it wouldn't charge, so I couldn't even look at contacts to call on it obviously cause the battery is dead. Anyway *George* texted his sis *Cindy* the bad news because my phone wouldn't recieve the message he assumed I wouldn't need a ride back to my house for some reason so he had already taken off to some far away bar. *Cindy* and I were hanging out with my cousin *Patty* who had planned to have a party while her parents were away for the night (she's underaged). *Cindy* had to go home because she was going to sneak out later to join the disasterous charade. Meanwhile *Patty* was sweet talking her mom to not come get the kids that she'd be fine blah blah etc etc. I kept telling her it was a bad idea, that the cops were gonna bust it or her mom was gonna find out. She kept shrugging me off saying that it wouldn't. I asked to use her phone and called the two friends' numbers that I had memorized. Neither answered. the only other number I had memorized was my mom's but *Patty* insisted that people were coming over and I couldn't call her. She refused to let me use the phone again. People started to arrive, i sat outside smoking completely stressed out trying to think of some way to get out of there. Too far to walk, and no one I knew nearby, I tried formulating some sort of escape plan. Unfortunately I couldn't come up with anything. Things got out of hand according to *Patty* she had only invited 20 people but close to 70 ended up showing up. The cops and *Patty's* mother arrived pounding on the door and with first instinct I took off with *Cindy* (who had just gotten there). We ran through neighbors yards to get to her house down the street. She snuck me into her house to have a place to stay. In the rushed exit I had left my three bags there (my purse, my makeup kit, overnight bag I had packed to stay with *George*). The next morning I snuck out of *Cindy's* place to go back to the house to retrieve my things. The back door was unlocked so I let myself in. I went to all 3 places in the house where my bags were left to find that none of them were there. Confused and frazzled not knowing what to do I sat there and began to cry. My work uniform, my ID, my over a $100 worth of makeup, GONE. Just like that. 20 minutes later *Patty's* mom dropped *Patty* and the rest of the siblings off so she could go to work and *Patty* could start her punishment (cleaning the whole house). I told *Patty* that I couldn't find my things and she informed me that out of sheer rage for the incident her mother had grabbed anything she could find. I waited til her mom got home, pitched my apology and plea to get my things back. She denied having anything, with a smug smile on her face, and blamed me fer the party because I was the oldest one there. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE THERE! I DIDN'T PARTICIPATE IN ANYWAY. So now the entire family who has only heard bitch mega cunt *Patty's* mom's side of the story hates me and holds me responsible. Ugh I have the worst luck sometimes.