One summer day  

Hello everyone, my name is Cyril.

One summer day, at the park, me and my friend Ansar played handball at the park. It was raining lightly when we got there, so we told his brother to stay under the playground, we were just going to play one handball game. We started the game. The serve was his, when he served, I missed the ball. The score was 1-0.

Second volley. Ansar served the ball, once again I missed.

Third volley. Ansar served the ball, once again I missed.

Fourth volley, it started raining hard. I actually won the volley, but we decided to leave. I hopped on the bike and we all left. Riding home, it was raining extremely hard. You can't imagine how hard it was raining, unless you were in like a hurricane or something.

I was on the bike, Ansar and Wasim were running home. Ansar, being the great brother that he is, took off his shirt to help out his brother because it started to hail.

While on the bike, the hail kept distracting me, distracting me from keeping focus, whether it was the pedaling, the steering, or the watching out for the two, making sure nothing happened.

All day I had this undershirt, it was bothering me so much like EXTREME BOTHER. I took off that shirt, I took it off for Ansar, because he's like my brother. So I gave him my shirt, and I was screaming so much because the hail was hitting me so hard, it hurt like needles pinching me over and over again.

I got home safely. Ansar has my shirt. Wasim got home. Everything's all good. Except for my Bruts. I don't know what happened to them.