When I was about 10 years old, I found an abandoned fireworks stand. There was a firecracker laying on the bench, so my friends and I though it would be a good idea to take it home. We were pretending it was a rocket ship, nothing dangerous. Next thing I know, one of my friends (let's call him Billy) pulls out some matches from his pocket. One thing you should know about Billy, he liked to smoke the reefer, so he always had matches. Anywho, he lit a match and started walking towards the rocket. We were in my bedroom, so this was not going to end well. Billy lit the fuse on the rocket. My friends and I ran out of the house as fast as we can, but Billy fell and twisted his ankle. Suddenly, a huge explosion blew from the roof over my room. I ran inside to find Billy, but he was all over the place. We weren't really sad, we knew Billy would die young because of how stupid he was. I was more worried about what my parents would say when they got home. So my friends and I gathered some things that survived the explosion and walked to one of my friends' (we'll call him Johnny) house. He hotwired his dad's Jeep Wrangler and we all took off for Canada. When we got to the boarder, we were asked for our passports. We didn't have any, so we bribed the officer with maple syrup. He agreed to let us go, so we made our way north, until the jeep broke down. We were now on foot in the middle of the Canadian wilderness. Johnny tried to entertain us with show tunes, but he ended up summoning a wild moose. We all took off running in different directions. Johnny wasn't so lucky, he was gored by the moose. It was now just me and my one friend left (we'll call him Zack). If any of my friends were going to get a college education, it was Zack. We found an abandoned plane. Zack had pilot training. He fixed up the plane and we were off for the Australian outback. We finally landed in Sydney. Luckily for us, I knew how to speak Australian. I walked up to the tour guide and said "Goodeye, m8!" I must have used the wrong dialect because he responded with rage "You wot m8? 'Avin a giggle, are ya m8? Makin' fun of our accent!" Now you have to be careful when you're a angry in Australia, you don't want to attract the local wildlife. Suddenly, a drop bear came and ate Zack (RIP). I finally decided to call my mom. She paid for my flight home. When I got home, I was grounded for a week. At least I had a skylight.

Tl;dr: I need new friends.