Fire, Fire, Fire

The fire alarm went off in our office yesterday. Nobody reacted though, we are all too cool for fires. The big cheese had to come and tell us to leave, so we huffed and we puffed and we all took our ipods out, half of us tried to use the elevators. Who wants to walk two flights of stairs. When we got outside we were so pissed at the firetrucks showing up because they were getting in the way of our schedule. We all hated the loosers who wear tuques and gloves because they looked warmer (and way less cool) than us. The nerd firemen took like 15 minutes to check it out and then just left. Nobody told us if we could go back into the building but we went back anyways. Most of us forgot our smokes up there.
The most surprising thing was that our homeroom teacher didnt come do a head count. How could she have been sure we made it out alive. I almost wish a few of us would have burned to death so the guilt of her neglect would eat away at her FOREVER.