You peer into the trap door, and find yourself lifting an old, dusty,
book from within. You blow dust off of the leather cover, and open
it. "Neat!" you say to Barbara and Dave, "It's fulla
old pictures and stuff." Your two friends and you laugh at the
funny hair styles and clothes. "Hahaha," laughs Barbara.
"I think that's Mr. McGinnish, the principal."
"Yeah," Dave agrees, "and are those glasses every
dorky." Suddenly, you hear someone coming up the
stairs.