Another day, another exciting occurrence. First of all, it was the last day of school :) which makes me happy. After school I went to my friend's grandparent's house who have a pool. For purposes of not naming names I will call Rachel "person A," Julie "person B," Jessica "person C" and Lea "person D." People A-D and I walk into the backyard were the pool is and person A goes to unlock the front door so we can get inside. For simplicities sake I am going to call people by their names...I am getting tired of writing "person A..B...C...ect." Rachel comes back confused explaining that the door won't open. Julie and I decide to go help open the door. We get there and Rachel opens the door without our help...not that I could help much...I don't open doors well anyways. Rachel steps inside and an alarm goes off. Julie and I panic and run away to the backyard. The alarm suddenly gets louder. To get into the backyard you have to open a door in a fence. Julie and I were desperately trying to get this door open to get to the backyard...I don't know why we wanted to get to the backyard...our relocating would not make the alarm stop. Julie starts pulling on the handle and I decide to throw myself at the wooden door....thinking maybe that will help. At that moment a woman walks by with a poodle. Probably taking her dog for an afternoon walk, she ends up witnessing this event. She looks over observing the situation....two teenagers trying to break down a fence door with an alarm sounding in the background. Julie yells out "IT WON"T OPEN!" The perfect thing to say considering the women probably already thinks we were trying to break into the house. She gives us this look but keeps walking with that little poodle at her side. While all this was happening I was thinking...great, this women is going to get to the nearest phone and report a break-in. I was hoping that she would realize that no one would be so stupid to commit such an obvious trespassing attempt and figure that we were just a couple of thick-headed children. It was an awkward position to be in. When we finally got into the backyard Jessica and Lea were playing with a couple of oversized bouncy balls. Rachel returned looking a bit frazzled and I don't blame her, I think she was traumatized. I wasn't that traumatized because of my experience in stupid situations...I tend to get myself into really dumb situations often.