I pulled a lot of shit when I was a teenager. A lot. And I was good at it because I didn't get caught.
Okay, one time I got caught. Funny story...
My high school was a closed campus - as in we weren't allowed to leave school grounds for lunch. So naturally my friends and I took off every day for lunch. One day I was roaming the halls during the class right after lunch when the assistant principal called me over.
Jones (let's assume my last name was Jones back then) did you leave campus for lunch today?
Leave? No, sir, I ate stromboli with everyone else. *Note, I always knew the menu in case of a closed campus infraction sting such as this.
Really. Stromboli? I don't recall seeing you at lunch. Are you sure?
Yep. Ham Stromboli.
Hmmm... Walk with me, Jones.
*We head toward the cafeteria which overlooks the parking lot*
Jones, are you absolutely sure you ate lunch here at school today? Because I have a feeling you went to Sonic.
In my head How in the sam hell does he know that?!?! Out loud Pretty sure, sir.
Hmmm... Take a look at your car, Jones.
I turn to see my car in the front row with a bright red Sonic tray rolled up in the window.
Oh. That. Maybe I did have Sonic after all.
After a good chuckle Go back to class, Jones, and return the tray after school.
That was it, he never mentioned it again. I like to think he let me off because he admired my spunk but it was more likely he just didn't want to do the paperwork to formally punish me. And that was fine with me.