My heart raced with fear and nervous anticipation as I drove to Thunderbird Mountain in the rear of a stranger’s pickup truck. My gut told me I should try to leave before anything happened, but I ignored my own integrity. My mother had complete trust in me and I knew she wouldn’t have any problems granting permission to hang out with my best friend, Sally, that night. To both my mom and I, this was a normal night; I would sleep over at Sally’s house and watch Netflix. Unbeknownst to me, Sally had different plans for the night.
The original plan was to go bowling with two of our close friends, but they cancelled at the last minute. After contacting everyone Sally knew, she arranged for us both to go bowling with two older guys she knew.
