Short story on i stealthily left home in the middle of the night to join my friends at the party when i return later the door were all locked and i dare not wake my parents

It was the night of the most important party of the school year, so yeah, I slipped out the front door in my coolest looking dress. I joined my friends and we had a great time. From the boozed punch, to the amazing atmosphere all I could do was dance. We must have partied till at least midnight. Afterward my friends drove me home and I grabbed the doorknob only to find out that I had locked the door behind me. If I woke my parents I was so screwed!! Sighing I walked around to the back door and jiggled the doorknob, also locked. I searched around the house for a unlocked window and pried it open. I carefully crawled through, only to see that the lights were on and my parents were standing in the living room, scowling. "I can explain." Was all I was able to get out before they started yelling at me.

well stockyards mean a large yard containing pens and sheds, typically adjacent to a slaughterhouse, in which livestock is kept and sorted. and i'm assuming that by party you   mean a large group of people which does make sense because chicago is a very crowded place much like new york. stockyards tend to take up a lot of room due to needing the area for pens to keep animals in and the fact that stockyards are usually right by slaughterhouse where they process and distribute the product. so its much like a zoo but with some dead animal products close by.

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