My mom used to get really...REALLY...mad at me for sneaking out my bedroom window at night (imagine that). She had all these crazy reasons, like...I was a teenage girl, it was dark, there are some bad, bad people out there, blah blah blah. I thought she was being silly; our town wasn't that big. I mean, I was related to like, half of the town. What was going to happen?
So, being the stupid 15 year old I was, I ignored her and kept sneaking out. One night, I left at about 10 p.m. All I ever really did was wander around, sometimes meeting my best friend at the end of her street, and then we'd go sit on a bench somewhere and feel cool. Like, "Look at us, we can do whatever we want!" Because sitting in a deserted park is the height of awesomeness.
Anyhow, on a particularly dull night of this, after about half an hour I decided I should probably just go back home. I had about 5 blocks to walk, so no big deal, I was a fast walker. I turned the corner on the block my house was on, and was only about 4 houses down from mine, when a white car with tinted windows slowed on the street next to me. I didn't look directly at it, just kept my head down and sped up. So did they. Then I heard a door open, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy starting to get out, while the car was still moving.
There were what sounded like 3 or 4 guys in the car, but I don't speak or understand any Spanish, so I have no idea what they were saying to me, but I was scared out of my mind by then and ran for it. It probably all lasted about 30 seconds, maybe, but it felt like an hour.
I got through the front gate at my house and they squealed their tires and drove off. I was scared enough that I didn't bother trying to sneak back in; just burst through the front door to find my mom standing there.
Oops.