So basically this all began for me when I wanted to go to my friends prom (who goes to another school). They go to a private school which is super strict and always gets involved in personal business. This provided to be very difficult as we wanted to enjoy out prom night with some booze and have some fun however, we couldn't get risked with getting caught as they threatened to bretheralyzer anyone that appeared to have drank anything. This made us all a little anxious after when we were going to a prom after party. We eventually leave the venue in the party bus and begin pre-gaming extremely hard. Our friend had brought an absurd amount of alcohol and I continuously kept drinking and drinking until I was on the verge of blacking by the time we got to the party. The party we went to was actually hosted by my school where I attended which only made it worse as I kept drinking with them. By this time it's about 1:30 in the morning and we have the party bus until 2. This is where it gets hazy as I barely remember leaving the party and stepping onto the bus. As it would turn out I ended up passing out on the party bus; according to my friends they said the lights in bus had broke and it was pitch black, so by the time we got back to my friends house everyone was drunk and couldn't see. According to them, they thought I got off the bus (which I obviously didn't) and quickly went into the house until about 5 minutes later they realized I was missing. The bus driver didn't even check the back to see if anything had left, so the second they got off the bus he gunned it straight back to LA. See it wouldn't have been that bad except I live 2 hours away from LA.
So the next morning comes around and I wake up to find a man standing in front of me saying that my parents are on the phone. I have no clue where I am and I look down to see I have puke all over my tuxedo and that I am still in the bus. fuck. My dad was furious and was worried beyond belief of what had happened to me. The bus owner offered me a change of clothes and phone charger. My phone came back to life with a shit ton of notifications from twitter. Everyone tweeted about it. fuck.
Everyone thought it was funny and couldn't believe it happened.
Unfortanetly for me, it really made me question who my actual friends were and who I can trust as the group that I went with in the bus seemed to laugh at me more then they to see if I was ok. Luckily I had a friend that lived in LA and was able to meet my dad halfway to pick me up. Now everyone at school talks about it to me and my friends only cared how it affect themselves as they faced the potential of getting in trouble because their school has a strict no tolerance policy and they immediately let me know that it was all my fault I got them in trouble, completely throwing me under the bus :(
So now some think I'm an idiot and some think I'm a legend but I'm sad and I only posted this because here because I don't know what to do or who to talk too.
TLDR: I lived the Hangover