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I was 14 and was coming back from solos competition with a busload of fellow bandmates. The competition didn't end until late afternoon, so we were expected to be on school grounds around 8:00 that night.
To make a long story short, I was the only kid there who didn't have a parent to ride home with. I had several offers for rides, but declined because I knew how mad my mother would be if there was no one to pick up when she got there. Eventually around 10:30, the janitor, who was closing up and leaving, offered to give me a ride home. I barely knew this guy, but, at the time, riding home with a stranger was a helluva lot better choice than hanging around the empty school.
Turns out my mother had to go to work early that night (she worked the night shift) and had left my retrieval in the hands of my step-father. He had gone down to the youth center to play some basketball, met some friends of his and forgotten all about me. When my mother found out she simply said it was good that I 'had found a way home' on my own, but I could tell it bothered her quite a bit that my step-father had screwed up. Not too upset, however, as he lasted another 4 years.
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