One time, I had gone to my friend's house, and we had walked down about twenty blocks to the arcade. On the way, I found two really nice pinecones and put them in my pocket. I used to like pinecones, don't ask. Anyway, the arcade is two stories, and there was an exit on both stories. The bottom exit was the front door, and the second floor had a staircase outside on the side of the building. My friend and I played a bunch of the games, and decided to go back home, so we went out the second story exit, but when he opened the door, we could see down into the alley. In the alley was a gang of kids who were whispering and laughing and drinking soda or something. My friend, who liked to spy on people, said he was going to go out the front door, go around the building, and listen to them from behind the gate to the alley. I stayed on the staircase, peeking over the top of the rail. I could see over the gate and saw my frined standing there, listening to the gang on the other side. Suddenly, the gang started leaving through the gate at the exact moment my frined leaned on the gate, which wasn't closed all the way, so the gate opened and hit one of the guys who was holding a soda, and the soda splashed all over him. He cursed and glared at my frined, ready to fight him. Seeing my friend helpless in front of this older teenager was too much, so I took the pinecones out of my pocket and threw them at the gang. The first one missed but distracted them to let my friend turn and run out the gate. The second pinecone hit the soda-covered guy in the chest. The whole gang started running to the stairs, so I ran back in the arcade and went down to the bottom floor. I was about to exit, but saw some of the gang members coming in that way. Quickly I ducked behind a Pac-Man machine, while the gang members went up the stairs to see if the rest of them had gotten me upstairs. As soon as they went upstairs, I bolted out the door and across the parking lot. I saw my friend out by the grocery store nearby, and we ran home.
The adjective for this story could be either dumb, cool, or untrue, because I made it up.
I wish I was in the forest with a dragon right now.
