Night at the Museum
Desmond jerks awake as the bus makes a fast stop and his head collides with the seat in front of him. They must be here. He rubs his forehead with an annoyed expression and he stands up from his seat. As he exits the bus, He looks up at the large, marble building in front of him; 'MUSEUM OF EUROPEAN HISTORY' it reads at the top. This is his senior trip. Not what he was expecting but it sure beats sitting at home. He isn't too big on history but it isn't his least favorite subject.
He is forced out of his thoughts when he hears the teachers and chaperones begin to separate the students into small manageable groups, about ten students and two chaperones per group. Desmond lets out an irritated sigh. He realizes that one of the two chaperones in his group is his 10th grade algebra 2 teacher, Ms. Parker. She always yelled at him for the most miniscule disturbances like sharpening his pencil or breathing. He was written up once for sneezing too loud. 'This is going to be fun..', he think sarcastically.
When everyone is finally in their groups and ushered into the museum, they are assigned tour guides. His groups' guide is a taller red-headed British man with glasses, a faux-hawk, and a small scowl on his face. 'He must love his job.' Desmond thinks with a smirk.
"Alright everyone, My name is Shaun Hastings, but you can call me Mr. Hastings. I will be your tour guide today and I would like to begin this as soon as possible to get it over with so if I may, I will explain a few rules. First and foremost, do not touch the displays. That should go without being said but by the looks of your lot I feel the need to explain that to you. Second, do not interrupt me while I am in the middle of explaining-"
"What was that? I couldn't hear ya!", one kid from our group shouts. A few other students giggle. Desmond smirks when he sees Shaun's scowl deepen as he glares at the group.
"As I was saying," he says through clenched teeth, "don't interrupt while I am explaining an exhibit or speaking for that matter unless it is a dire emergency. You can save all of your stupid questions until after the tour. Thirdly, please stay with the group and do not get separated. The last thing I need is to lose a kid. It's bad enough that I have to babysit in the first place.." he mumbles to himself.
