Creative Writing: Jurassic Park

I can hear the sounds of happy screams filling the warm Florida air. As we arrived in the Jurassic Park area of Universal Studios, we decide that we should find a building to get away from the blazing sun. “Where should we go?” I ask my group.
“It looks like there is a building around this corner,” Emily tells us while looking at the small map she pick up at the entrance. We all gather around her looking at the tiny image of a building.
“Let’s check it out before I start melting,” Madisyn jokingly says. We all laugh thinking the same thing.
Fighting through the swarm of people, we arrive outside of the building. “I know this building,” I secretly think to myself. All of a sudden the thought hit me like a truck going eighty miles per hour.

“Sure is Jaz, and they have activities we can play with downstairs too,” I excitedly tell her.
Approaching the bottom of the stairs, my eyes roam around the spacious room. Immediately I spot the glowing incubator. I swiftly walk over to look for a possible hatching egg. Looking at all of the the humongous eggs, sadly none show signs of hatching. Wanting to see a dinosaur hatch from an egg, I nervously ask my group, “Can we stay here for a while?”
“I don’t care. I think staying in here for a while can help us cool down from the heat. Is everyone alright with that?” Emily asks us.
Everyone agrees, allowing a chance for me to finally see a dinosaur hatch. Wanting to stay by the eggs, I walk over to where you have to figure out what dinosaur is in an egg. Messing around with that for a little bit, I look back at the incubator right beside me. “One of the eggs is hatching!” I exclaim. The ostrich size egg with small cracks gave me joy. “Maybe I can see what dinosaur is in it,” I think to myself. I look for my group to tell them about the egg hatching.
“What happens when it hatches?” Madisyn asks.
“When a dinosaur hatches, the worker that is in charge of the eggs will let someone choose a name for the dinosaur,” I passionately told