Autobiographical Incident

I went rolling for the first time this past summer. Some friends of mine were wanting to roll someone's house as payback for a previous roll. So I decided to tag along. We get to the house we are going to roll and my heart is already pounding. We had four people in our group: two in the front yard and two in the driveway. Josh and I were out in the yard throwing the paper in the trees, while Brittany and Erin are putting silly string on the basketball goal and shaving cream on the driveway. Every time a car comes by, we drop to the ground until it passes. All of the sudden, a car comes speeding by the house and right after a cop with the lights flashing. I drop to the ground, then begin to crawl to the tree where Josh was hiding. In my mind, I'm thinking that I am about to go to jail and this was my very first roll. Next to the house there is a patch of trees which we sneak to. We peek through the trees watching every move the cop makes. My heart pounding. I continue to worry about our friends in the driveway who had no coverage. After what seemed like an hour, the cop finally pulled off. Once he leaves, we sneak over to the driveway and begin to look for Erin and Brittany. We look behind the trash can, in the back of the truck, and even over the fence. Finally, we see them, laying under the front of the truck with their eyes closed as tight as they can squeeze them. We all re-coop, grab our things, and run to the car. We had had enough for the night.