I was living someplace like a college or a summer camp. Probably a camp, since my friends and I spent our dusty, hot afternoons in a "drama barn" type place- a huge barn with a stage and rows of benches, and a large backstage area where we all hung out. There were piles of old costumes, props, and a little platform that my friend B.A. sat on, next to the controls for the lights and everything.
One day I found out from some other friends that B.A., who was an illegal immigrant, and some other aliens, had been deported. I was heartbroken because I thought there was something between us, and now he was gone. However, as I walked to the dining hall that night or the next morning there was a rustling in the bushes next to me, and B.A. jumped out. He had risked getting caught again just to be with me!
That afternoon we were all hanging out in the drama barn again when there was a loud banging at the huge barn doors. They swung open, and police raided the building, turning over benches
and boxes, tearing down the curtains on the stage, and rifling through piles of costumes before finding B.A., who had been hiding. By then a huge crowd had gathered outside the big doors,
peering warily in, and one of my friends led me out in tears. In the end I just heard the huge doors slam shut behind me.
