The Truth in a Cliche

     "What goes around, comes around." A very true cliche. Everyone always gets what they deserve. Take, for instance, homecoming. People usually associate homecoming with being one of the best nights of the year. People usually think short dresses, dressed up boys, and all the "good" things that go along with that. But that is not always the case. You see, last homecoming, the homecoming of 2010, was one of the worst nights of my life. I suppose you wouldn't have been able to tell from the beginning, though. I went to the game, which our team won, and then went to my best friend's house to get ready. (We'll call her Sera, to keep it anonymous.) We were all dressed up and looking our best. We ate our favorite meal, took pictures, and left to go meet up with our boys. I had plans to spend the night with her, so I just rode in her car instead of taking my own. We got to the dance, met up with our boys, and danced the night away. It was all good and fun. We took our boys home, and I thought we were heading back to her house for some sleepover fun. I was mistaken.
     We pulled into an almost empty church parking lot. There was only one other car. We pulled right up next to it. It was a much older guy, around the age of twenty, and one of Sera's friends. (We'll call her Nan.) It turned out, his name was Jeff, and he was twenty-two. He was dating Nan. Sera rolled down her windows, and it reeked of marijuana. Apparently Jeff and Nan had been smoking all night, and invited Sera to join. Sera never thought to ask me if I'd like to join. They all got in Sera's car, and started to light up again. I told Sera that I wasn't comfortable being here. She told me to get out. So I did. And she left me. Alone. Stranded. It was only the start of the deterioration of our friendship.
     Well you know how I said karma came around? This homecoming, the homecoming of 2011, I took my boy to homecoming. We had a romantic evening, and we danced all night. Easily one of the best nights of my life. The next morning, I woke up with a few unread text messages. One of them was from a friend, saying that Sera's grandmother had found her bong, and grounded her. It was a very small dose of karma. But either way, the old saying stayed true. And it felt so good.