Okay so this all starts out when my friend (also a newschooler) calls me and says that his neighbors are always out of town, and that he has the keys to the house to take care of it. So im like hmmm this could be a sweet party, what could go wrong? so i tell my parents that i'm spending the night at my friends house and i go over there. We start calling people to show up at the party, who will bring the alky, etc. We get a solid 10 people to confirm that they were showin up for a  nice little get-together. So my friend and I sneak out of his house. walk the quarter mile to his neighbors and begin gettin shit ready for people. This place is nice as shit. It could be featured in like a home magazine for interior design, everything is with a western cowboy theme on the inside, with handpainted everything. There are 3 bedrooms that we blockade to try to get people to stay out of. A few of our friends from a neigboring town show up and everythings chill, were drinkin some beers not much happenin, just talkin and stuff. Pretty soon some cheerleaders from our school show up with about 5 other girls, and were like alright this is good. We keep getting calls from people who are going to show up. Meanwhile my friend and i are both gettin pretty smashed, were starting to lose our perception on common sense. More people start showing up and pretty soon there are a solid 20 people there, many of who we had no clue were coming, pretty soon kids start smokin weed and smokin cigs right next to the house, and kids are jumping in their 5,000 dollar hottub. Me in my drunken state, am going around having the time of my life, talking to people, and gettin girls to take off their clothes in the hottub. Next thing, another kid shows up with a 24 pack of pbr tallboys and everyone goes crazy, playin loud music, dropping glasses and shattering them on the ground, throwing beer at walls, shit is just goin downhill. then kids broke into the homes liquor cabinet and there are probably 5 kids with nice bottles of alcohol in their hands just runnin around screaming there are probably 35-40 people here now. I have no clue how no-one in the neighborhood heard this. So my friend tells me that hes leavin to go to sleep and leaving me in charge, which was a horrible idea. Im just stumblin around with my shirt off, with no clue as to whats happening. Eventually i really want to go to bed also, so i leave the party and go back to my friends house, trying to clean up some stuff, and tellin everyone else they have to leave also. I go to bed, thinking it was a fun night. The next morning i get up at 7 and drive my friend to XC and then i go home and chill for a bit. Then shit really goes downhill. I get a call from another friend of mine who went in to clean up the mess, and reports that there are people (adults) in the house walking around. I start freaking because if i get caught, i could get kicked off my soccer team unless i turn myself in. Sooooo long story short, the place was absofuckinlutely trashed in every way possible. Beer everywhere, hottub broken, glass on every floor, cig butts on the ground, someone had puked on the floor and covered it up with a designer rug, peoples clothes and phones were still there, condoms in beds, blood in one bed (fuckin gross), and to cap it all off, there was a kid passed out on the couch when the cleaning maid found him, and he ran out telling her to "fuck off, and he would never say who was there". Everyone involved gets screwed over. The cops never get involved because we are able to get enough money together and pay for it all. There are a bunch of meetings for the kids involved with a retired sheriff, and my friend is dead (not literally) but theres really no way to describe how much trouble he was in. there is 5,000 dollars of damage, and we all have to pay 120 (the kids that were responsible) to clean it up.
Moral of the story, dont be a dumbass with partying if youre gonna do it. Dont violate someone elses property for your night of fun.