unreliable narrator
...t about the party, until one day when another friend of mine brought up the party. They asked me if I had enjoyed myself, and then started to talk about how crazy some other party-goers had been acting. Unfortunately, my mother walked in the room at this part of the conversation, and started interrogating me. I decided that since the friend I had gone to the party with wasn’t there, I could just tell my mom that I did not know that we were going to a party. I told my mom that my friend was driving me, (which he actually was), and that he decided to take me to the party at the last minute. I said that I thought it would be rude to say “no”, because I was not the one driving. B...