I was thirteen. I told my mom I was going to a friend's house to study and a sleepover. It was actually a party with alcohol and there were boys there too that I didn't know. I had never drank before and got really out of it. Luckily for me, some neighbors called the police because of the noise. A police officer brought me home, pretty much passed out, and helped my mom put me to bed. I got a really serious beating for it. Never did anything like that again. Surprisingly, my mom continued to trust me after that.