Speaking of stories...

I was in the toilet, after school one afternoon. Bathing, and taking my own sweet time. I could hear thunder crashing and heavy rain pelting down outside. Since my parents and brother was out, I was worried that all the windows were not closed and hurried to get out of the toilet.

I went first to the bedrooms, closed the windows and saved the papers on my desk. Then I went to the kitchen and the wind and rain hit me in my face- but that wasn't what gave me a shock, it was the clothes hanged out to dry.

Well, now they were all wet. I ran towards them to bring them in. Foolish move, because I nearly slipped on the flood on the floor of the balcony. I stumbled, but continued towards the window, bent out, and grabbed a pole of clothes hanging out.

With the stinging rain and the howling wind whipping into me, I struggled to pull the pole in. Have you ever tried hanging on to a bamboo pole full of wet clothes? Not easy, and the floor was slippery. I tried my hardest not to fall out of the window myself, as 7 floors is very high up. Muscles straining, I managed to get the first (and easiest) pole in, then stared apprehensively at the five others. They were swaying ominously in the wind. The clothes on them were flapping madly. I took a deep breath, and decided to try the pole furthest out and somewhat obstructed from my grasp by part of the window.

I pulled the pole out halfway, then immediately knew it was a bad idea. I would more likely drop it than bring it in. I glared at the pole in frustration, and shoved it back in. By this time, I was soaking wet and cold, nearly ready to give up on it. Then I decided, I shall do the other poles first, then this lousy one.

Luckily, the rest of the poles of clothes came in relatively easy, abide with lots of grunting and praying that I won't fall 7 stories down. Then, with the other poles out of the way, I reached the last pole, half hanging out of the window. I summoned all the strength I had left, and dragged the pole out of the socket. It dipped scarily, but I hung on desperately, and eventually pulled it in.

Morale of the story? Always get clothes in before the rain starts! And I really must learn how to do pull-ups before NAPFA this year : p