Hi! I've made it to day three. At the school dance that I attended last night, somebody decided to pull the fire alarm. Everybody started screaming "We're too young to die!" and ran out of the building. There went thirty minutes of my life! Well, at least this fic came out of it!
Fire Alarm
"They look innocent, but when you pull them… things go downhill pretty quickly." Sari grins, pointing to the red and clear plastic box on the wall of the factory that is serving as the Autobots' headquarters. Prowl and Jazz stare intently at the box, their blue visors glowing. "Just wanted to warn you. After all, somebody at school pulled one once and everybody was miserable for ages! It's called a 'fire alarm.'"
"So… this so-called 'fire alarm.' What exactly does it do?" Prowl says, not looking away from the vibrant red handle on the box.
"This!" exclaims Sari as she reaches up and pulls down on the handle. The air is filled with a siren of ear-splitting tone and volume, and Jazz and Prowl jump back like they've been shocked.
An enraged shout emanates from the couch in the next room over. "Sari did it!" Jazz shouts before high-tailing it out of the factory.
"Uh… guys? Where did you go?"