Short Lived Life

So, we were at the history museum for a competition (as usual) and Rachel and I leave Rebecca and Jake for five minutes to turn our sheet in. Because, you know, we actually wanted to win something this year. It was normal really. We gave our sheet to the stiff people at the cheap, plastic table and went to find them again. Long story short, they weren't where we left them. And an alarm was going off. Shortly after hissing "Jake" like it was a dirty word never to be used by the foulest-mouthed people, Rachel and I sped off, hoping that he hadn't blown up anything. We looked and searched but we didn't even find Rebecca until we went through the giant model of the house. She quickly led us to Jake and our predictions were right. He had poked The Great Wax Statue Of Fred Rogers and caused a damn alarm to go off. We had to wait in the rain for the next five hours because the other team had to finish before we went back to school.

So, sorry it isn't the best little story, but, you know, it was one of my greatest moments. That and I've always wanted to try writing an intro with an anecdote as the "attention grabber". I think I did it wrong though.

Keep turning pages. My story hasn't even started yet and you're already willing to quit on me?

Some people.