I was 16 it was the second month of 10th grade. My friends called me at 9:30 pm and asked me if I wanted to hang out with them I said, “sure i’ll be there in 15 minutes.” It was 9:45 when I fled with my truck. Bob, who was my friend, addressed me to his house. When I arrived the air was scented with the smell of roast beef. Bob’s house was a three story house that his parent gifted to him when he turned 16 in July. We both entered the entrance to his backyard. A lot of my friends were there. Johnny, captain of the soccer team, Michael, friend since 8th grade, and last there was Pete, the trouble maker. Everyone sat on a chair around the fire while Bob was grilling the smoking t-bones. The smell of meat made my mouth water, so I got up