I'm Going to Get in So Much Trouble

I'm throwing a party at my house. Not a lot of people, maybe 10-11. Andrea and Rachel are bringing about 5 bottles of liquor. Alex and Declan are bringing their own, because of what they prefer. I'm supplying the pot.

And I'm going to get caught. I know it.

My parents will be home. I told them about the party, but not ALL about the party. I said 10 people will be coming over at around 8, and my parents agreed to go upstairs from 8 until 1:20. That's when my dad goes to work.

The way I figure it is that at 1:00, we will all go upstairs and pretend to be asleep or whatever. Watch a movie or something. Surely, we'll all be at least gone or semi-gone by then.

Then, I'll sacrifice myself being caught drunk by going downstairs at 2:00 to check if anyone is still up. Then, we will go back downstairs to party.

My mom, keeps saying she'll be down at 1, and everyone must leave by 12:30.

The complication with her is a long story that I don't feel like saying.

I told her, they're not leaving. The end.

I'm going to be caught. I don't even care.