The rites of the passage dictate are paramount in the life of a human being. One of the rites of passage is celebrating a birthday. I had crossed the fifteen years milestone. The idea of approaching adulthood excited me more than the rest of my friends. I was looking forward to acquiring a driving license and personal freedom. In fact, I was a cool kid as the majority of friends used to call me. I hated such tags, but it was the truth of the matter. My father has high hopes for me. I have never let him down my entire life. The father-son relationship was perfectly sailing. Besides trust, my father was an authoritarian, and I was the subject to follow his orders. He had massive dreams for me. Contrastingly, my father knew more about my future than my present. He could foretell my future lavish-lifestyle depending on the academic performance at school and personal capabilities. In the real sense, I was the experimental sample for my father. He wanted to fulfil his dreams through me, and nobody could stop him. To father, I was responsible, respectful and hardworking lad. I adopted my father’s idea of an ideal kid both in school and at home. It was this factor of trust that father dictated my social life. I could say my social life at senior school was relatively poor. I had two great friends; Mike and Tom. Mike was seventeen years old while Tom was eighteen years old. During the material day of my fifteenth birthday, I wanted to conduct a small in-house party with my schoolmates.
Subsequently, I inquired from tom and mike about the plan of the party because I had no experience in such matters. Mike and Tom were opposite of me, in relation to socialization. Tom was a party animal while Mike was ladies magnet. On my side, the nearest intimately socialized with the opposite gender was in junior school, and the results haunt me to date. I inquired about the planning of a birthday party a day prior to avoid creating attention at school. My parents were going camping for a week. I provided with sketchy details of the birthday celebrations. I had personal savings, which I wanted to use to buy drinks and food, which were proposed by my friends. Interestingly, father offered his credit card and ordered me to spend wisely. By then, I had acquired skills in economics, and I planned to spend none of my dad’s money. This was aimed at impressing my dad of how responsible I am.
Oblivious of the situation, my friends had scrapped the plan we had agreed earlier and improvised a new plan termed as operation birthday party of the year. What is more, they invited everyone from school with vague promises of a wild party. I strongly opposed the idea, but the party animal could hear none of it. Few minutes to seven, we were three of us in the house. Tom had great hopes the plan will succeed. At half past seven, people of all calibres started coming. At first I was excited to know that my presence will dominate the party. Earlier, we had agreed with my friends about areas in the house which were out of bound for the strangers. I had to guard the master’s bedroom to keep off the swelling crowd. By eight, the house was full of strangers. The house was turned into a wild party with bouncing castles, beer pong and all manner of activities. I tried to protests, but my friends promised to control the situation. At around nine, the people kept coming including adults. The loud music, the uncontrollable crowds and alcohol made matters worse. Neighbours started complaining of the sound, but it fell on deaf ears. To make matters worse, I only knew ten percent of the people in the party. I preferred soft drink to alcohol, but my friends had spiked the drink in my absence. I vividly recall flying over the moon. However, this was short-lived as I spotted people trashing the master bedroom. I looked for Mike and Tom, but they extremely drunk to reason with me. I sought assistance from Molly, my newly-acquired girlfriend. She made things worse by lighting the fireworks to spice up the party.
It was around ten when the house caught fire from fireworks lighting. Chaos emerged across the neighbourhood, which attracted the police. Luckily, the fire was put down on time, but the damage had already been caused. My parents were called in to assess the damage while I and my friends were detained at the police station for causing public chaos. I was extremely scared of facing my parents on the issue. They entrusted me with the house, but I had let them down. In the police station, I learned that my friends had used my father’s credit card to conduct the party. Surprisingly, my dad bailed us out and acted normal over the issue. Later that evening, my dad promised to let me decide my destiny. I gained the freedom I wanted, but wrecked my father’s hope and trust in me. I acquired the tag of a bad-boy who burnt down his parent’s house. My overall social life significantly improved with Molly, Mike and Tom on my side.