Ms. Charles...this is Mr. Morgan

My freshman year of high school I had an English "teacher" by the name of Megan Charles. It just so happened that most of my friends had the same class together and if you haven't noticed already...we aren't the most well behaved kids. To put how bad the class was, Miss Charles would literally cry on most days, we had to move classrooms for various reasons countless times (one day it was 3 different classrooms in one 44 minute period), we would have themed parties every Thursday, and I had literally well over 200 detentions (I set the record 5 in one day) and I only attended one. Now it's not like we were that horrible, she was seriously mentally unstable. At times she would come into class and just say she was sick and go to sleep, so it was no surprise that she was fired the year after our class.
About in the middle of the school year she told me that she was going to call home. I just laughed and say "yeah...OK" because she used this threat often, but never followed through, much like the "detentions" I received. So I was sitting at home with my best friend, Tyler, on a Saturday afternoon when all of a sudden the phone rang. Blocked number (she was paranoid that kids would find her number and stalk her or something, but earlier in the year my friend T.J. thought it would be a good thing to have so while she was out of the classroom he called his phone from her phone and got the number). I didn't think anything of it so I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Ryan. This is Ms. Charles, I have called to speak to your parents."
I couldn't believe she actually called, but my parents weren't home it was just Tyler and I.... Bing! Light bulb! "Oh...OK. Let me get my dad" I said sadly. I put the phone down and ran into the other room to tell Tyler who was also in the class that Megan (Ms. Charles) was on the phone asking for my dad. After laughing for a while I told him that he was going to be my dad and talk to her. He like I thought it was an incredible idea and immediately said yes. They got on the phone and proceed to talk about me and my behavior. Tyler (Mr. Morgan) was furious and told Ms. Charles that there is no need to worry about my behavior anymore that he was going to take care of it...he also took the time to go through the ways in which he would "beat my ass". After about 45 minutes of this I heard a car pull into the driveway...it was the really Mr. Morgan. Tyler and I ran upstairs still on the phone with Ms. Charles trying desperately to end the conversation. I was caught my dad was coming upstairs to change after his day at work and Ms. Charles would not stop talking to Tyler (Mr. Morgan) now about a parent teacher conference. I had to come clean so I took the phone as my dad walked into my room and told Ms. Charles that she could talk to my real dad now. I gave my dad the phone and walked out of the room.
In hindsight I think I shouldn't have picked up the phone....

The Deception of Mr. John Klinert

In the winter of my junior year of high school Kelly Klinert's house was the spot to hangout at. Her house not only was enormous (when I would sleep there I had my own bedroom with a study and bathroom) but had an indoor pool, an arcade, and a really nice lounge room to hangout in. One December day, on a Friday after school we thought it would be a great idea to just go directly to Kelly's and start the weekend off early. Only a couple people went over in the day but we intended to have many people over that night. When we arrived at Kelly's house we quickly came to realize that we were the only ones in the house, her parents were no where to be found. Myself along with the 4 other people that were there (Kelly, Marc, Victoria and Juliana), thought nothing of it and proceeded to relax like we would otherwise. Around 9 o'clock, literally when we were just about to leave to go to our friend Gen's house for a party, Kelly's dad came home. None of us thought it was a big deal that we were there without parental supervision, but I guess we were wrong.
Mr. Klinert must have heard us talking and laughing downstairs, because he called Kelly up to talk and within 30 seconds the 4 of us left downstairs could hear screaming. Kelly was yelling at her dad and her dad back at her for having us over the house. About 5 minutes of this went by before Mr. Klinert came downstairs. "Kelly is not going out tonight guys so why don't I drive you home."
Absolutely freaked out I told him that it was no problem and Victoria had a car so we could all just go home with her so he wouldn't have to drive. Mr. Klinert being as intelligent as he is responded by saying that New Jersey law does not allow for teens with provisional licences to drive with more than two in the car...and we were a group of 4. What could I say to that? I still don't know how I ended up being the one to drive with Mr. Klinert but it happened. I got in the car...and like a 5 year old I sat in the back seat, he then told me that I could have the privilege of sitting in the front passenger seat. And with the argument that just happened with Kelly and him, I was not going to decline. As we started driving towards my house I received a text message from my buddy asking when I would be heading over to Gen's house for the party (which I had completely forgot about), but me being as smart as I am quickly responded to the text message saying I was being driven over now. I decided that I would tell Mr. Klinert that I lived on Kingston street, which just so happened to be the street that Gen lived on (Mr. Klinert didn't know this). As we were driving he was asking me about the lacrosse team and how we were going to be, and what classes I was taking in school all I answered not putting much thought into because I thinking about the task at hand. As we pulled on to Kingston street I was looking around to tell him which house was "my" house...I couldn't say Gen's because there would defiantly be kids and cars in the driveway. I just picked a random house, thanked Mr. Klinert and got out of the car...but he didn't leave and I couldn't go in this random house. Bing, light bulb went off, and I thought to myself I'll just walk around back. After about 5 minutes or so I left like the coast was clear and I began my jog over to Gen's house.
I got past about 5 or 6 houses when all of a sudden I heard, "Get in the car!" I jumped and turn to see Mr. Klinert and his black BMW. "Oh, come on! Just let me go," I responded. But I had no choice so I got in the car...the front seat this time. He began freaking out on me, asking me if I even played lacrosse and if my name was in fact Ryan Morgan, even though I had meet him numerous time before but that didn't seem to matter. This time I thought it would be best to tell him where I actually lived and he dropped me off there. I thought that maybe after time I would be able to leave and go to Gen's but that didn't happen. Mr. John Klinert sat in my driveway for 40 minutes (seriously) and my night was over.

"Call 911!!!"

When my brother, my sister and I were younger...we would always come home from school and pull pranks on my mom. My sister is much older than Ben and I so she had the responsiblility of "watching" us but in hindsight I think we watched her. We would always do things like crazy glue her shoes together, or decorate the outside of the house with her bras.
My next door neighbor was in high school at the time and was looking to pursue a career in special effects, he worked at a haunted house and did make up for plays and things like that so he was pretty polished in his trade. So one day we decided to take advantage of his skills and use them to mess with my mom. After school we walked home and headed over to Sean's house (the neighbor), and let him get to work. I was a very good fake crier so I landed the role to be the victim in our prank. Sean began to make a huge gash across my face with blood running out, at suprisingly for a non-professional, looked pretty professional. My mom would come home every day right at 5 o'clock so we knew exactly how much time we had. Sean finished with about 10 minutes til 5 so we got into position. Sean had a long set of brick stairs that lead up to his house so we decided that the story was, I fell down the stairs and split my head open....
Just then my mom pulled on to the street and I quickly laid down and let the crying begin. My mom hearing this slammed on the breaks right in front of Sean's house and ran up to me, so I screamed louder. She saw the cut on my face and looked to my sister Kim, yelling at her to call 911. Kim who knew that the whole thing was fake had her face burried in Sean's shoulder laughing but the way her shoulders were bouncing one could easily mistake it for crying. My mom was still going nuts, I think she thought the severeity of the wound might have been life threatening. So Kim went over to her and told her it was fake and the cut was just make-up. This didn't registier with my mom yet, who was looking for her cell phone to call 911. So I got up and started to wipe the cut off, laughing saying it was just a prank.
My mom did not find this funny, she without saying a word marched across the street to the house and locked all the doors. For about 24 hours, I was locked out of my house with a huge gash across my face.