Today, I fucked up.. by jumping off my high school
Like many fuck ups here, this one did not happen today. It happened a little over a year ago while I was in my senior year of highschool. My two friends and I were bored at around midnight over winter break, so we decided to do what every reasonable teenager would do, climb on top of our high school. We went to a fairly large high school with various rooftop heights, so we decided to find the lowest point on the school parkour our way to the highest point. We found a gate in the front of the school which connected to a wall, which connected to the building, and within a couple of minutes, we were on top of our high school- yay!
This is where the FU starts.
Within a couple of minutes of chilling on top of our school’s roof and feeling like the coolest mfs around, my friend (let’s call him Steve) looks out toward the front of the school (the side that we climbed up on) and points out that a police car is rolling into the parking lot. So naturally we freak the fuck out and attempt to decide what further action we should take. We decided that it wasn’t likely that the police had been called on us since it was fairly dark, and he probably hadn’t seen us yet, leading us to decide that waiting for him to leave was our best option. About 15 minutes into silently waiting for this officer to leave, my other friend (let’s call him Bill) peaks up and thinks he sees the car’s door open. So we decide to make evasive action. We head toward the back of the school (the only somewhat low place we could have jumped down from) and prepare for a solid 16 feet drop. Steve decides to take the initiative and be the first one to jump, which he lands pretty well. Then it was my turn. Now, I have never been the most athletic person out there, but I was confident that I could make this jump. I decide to decrease the distance between myself and the ground by hanging off the roof top, and letting go (fucking genius, I know). BANG. I hit the ground hard and immediately get on my back. I didn’t feel any pain at first, but the look on Steve’s face was enough to tell me that I fucked up big time. I attempted to move my left leg, but it wasn’t having it. It was completely bent to the right and was wobbling where the fractured occurred. Bill saw that I hurt myself (still on the rooftop) and jumped off, but he was alright. So now I’m on the ground shouting profanities while my two friends are figuring out how the hell we get out of this mess. Left with really no options, I called 911 and had an ambulance sent. Guess which police officer responded to the emergency first. Yep, the guy we were attempting to flee from. He casually walked over to us with an unamused look on his face, and proceeded to ask us how this whole mess happened. We gave him a pretty simple explanation, including the part where we were trying to get away from him. His response? “You guys thought I was looking for you? I was just sitting in my car playing angry birds on my phone while waiting for my shift to end.”
tl;dr: Climbed my high school, ran from the police, broke my leg, got help from the police.