Magazine Competition

I don't know why, but I like competition. But I hate it. Okay, things happened when the first month of these year. I'm ordering newspaper from my teacher. I don't know why, maybe because she had some symphatize aura on her face, making me doing that. I had to pay her
around 27.90, and every wednesday, they post some newspaper to me. And one day, the newspaper had made up some competition. Competition on making a magazine. And my teacher told me to enter the competition. Worse, I'm the leader. It said there, that the magazine is "mini", and I was like, "duh? What a piece of cake!" But when I got the templates, it was about bigger that the newspaper! So me and my twins making those stupid magazine with a wrong-spelled group name, bizzare! It should be bizarre, actually, and the magazine dateline is closer! We burn the night oil, sitting in front of the computer, using photoscape and such stuff, and the dateline day is finally come. But we still don't print out the magazine. And I told my friend, if I can lend it to the teacher that evening, and she said okay, so back from school, I transferred the magazine templates into my brother pendrive, and rushing like a shit, to the nearest computer shop. And then, with my grandad helps, we searching for the whole place, and we are almost going out of the state. We meet my aunty, and she was about to helping me, but I said, I want to print it in A3 paper, in color, and not photostat. So she just smiling, telling me that she can't do anything. Me and grandad go to our uncle house, seeking for his help. But her wife coming out and telling us that her husband is not in home, but in his office having some important meeting with his client. I said, its okay, but she calling her husband to come back home. So she invite us to come in, having some tea and chips. A while after that, uncle is home. He said, "what is the problem?" And I told him that I had to print out the magazine templates, blah blah blah... And he takes the pendrive, rushed to his computer, and print the magazine template. But it was nothing with my desired size, it was A4! Then, uncle takes me and grandad taking tour in his car, over the town, searching for some place to photostat the magazine templates. and so on things haven't changed until the time reached on 17:00. Finally, we found some shop that can print the templates in A3. But the price is so high, and I just print one out of two, and when everyone is in the car, things goes silent. Grandad and uncle looks mad. Grandad told me to pays uncle 15, but uncle only takes 1o. We got homes, I said sorry, take out some glue and scissors, cut and paste, cut and paste, cut and paste, and take out the motorcycle, ride it to the school. I rushed to the teacher office, and put the "magazine" on my teacher table. I'm glad it's over now. Past avor some month, and we got pizza! Just pizza. It's for the participation. We don't win anything. trip to Hong Kong, a thousand of money, or any scholarship. (T-T) It is the first, last, and ugliest magazine we had ever made. You know what is the point I'm telling you this stuff? Just to wasting your time!! Hahaha! Nah, just kidding! I often burdening others, that's it. Sorry everyone that I had ever knew in my life!! I'm terrifying your days!!!