It was a cloudy day and I was still at school, in the library, studying with some of my classmates. We were searching for some information that we could use for our history project. We were so captivated by the books we were reading that we didn’t notice how dark it was getting outside.
              That day my parents had something to do and they couldn’t come pick me up, so I had to go home by bus. Before I could even notice, a storm started. It was raining so much that you couldn’t even see what was in front of you. When I’ve finally seen what the weather was like, I started to run towards the bus station which was 15 minutes away. At one certain moment, my phone fell from my pocket, but I didn’t hear anything because of the rain which was hitting the ground. When I arrived at the bus station, the last bus that I could take to go home already left right before I got there. After that I tried to grab my phone to call my parents and tell them what happened, but I didn’t find it. When I realized  I may have dropped it on my way there, I felt anger and sadness and I disperately ran back to try and search for it. I was so lucky that it fell right in the middle of the street, where I could easily see it. When I found it, I called my parents and we got home safe.
                 That was a good day, even though I almost lost my phone which I do love with all my heart, at least we got a solid 10 on our history project... and that means that I didn’t go through all of these for nothing.