An attractive melody is heard from my mobile phone, but not for the reason that I would have longed to hear. It just came the coveted minute that struck six o'clock in the morning and forcing me to move. In vain I try to hurry my willpower and hands on the dial in the opposite direction. I wake up and the constant flickering in my eyes does not allow see anything but a blur. I look in the mirror, and I see a white face with swollen eyes from lack of sleep. My face is expressed with frustration and disgust. After I put my beloved books and workbooks in my bag, I bear the dilapidated across destiny today.
Just in a bus is another blow. The bus suddenly stops, and I am forced to grab concerned, which had seen many stories, touches and you can feel it. I meet with two of my classmates. All the way to telling experiences yesterday afternoon while watching with interest as the rest of us passengers stop listening until we exit the bus.
With coming I comment the class shouting: "Hello! Hello! Hello!" and enthusiastically watching my college scurrying from bench to bench and raises the necessary information about homework.
"You have a task?" asks my classmate, and I can happily say yes once again. I comfortably settle into my favorite wooden rickety chair and continue unimpeded in a debate with my classmates.
With bell that does not ring here, are rushing to our desks as it might seem to someone. When the cantor entry into class we go at the tables, waiting for what will happen. Although I try to look like an intelligent high school student and give the impression that everything I see, gray cortex still asleep. The next hour I try to actively participate in the subjects of language, but the only thing that made ??me confess is announcing that I am hungry. The desire to eat expand BeBe Good morning and with my neighbor we are eating the food to increase energy.
Another important point for me, of course, is lunch. Until then, I sit on a bench and listen to the voices of teachers. The stairs are rushing into the dining room where we hope that our dinner will be the first to eat. With unidentifiable food on a plate sitting by a table and determine who first tasted this enigmatic masterpiece. The prohibition to think about what our lunch contains into it with gusto we go.
The last two hours of German, which I still do not understand. I try again to listen to the teacher. Thanks stuff that hour distracting, it is more than difficult, therefore, to come to terms with the fact that on Friday there was nothing new know, trying to look inconspicuous, which I just can not. Despite endless minutes late hour still will see, we have nothing to keep staying in school longer than necessary. With enthusiasm that is before us finally deserved weekend, I go to the bus stop and early boarding  this machine with the words "Away from school, move on ..."
The motor of the bus makes a weird noise and suddenly there is coming smoke from the front of the bus.
The bus driver, an old woman with long grey hair, says: “Sorry guys, seems like you have to go. I think, my sweetheart here is not going to take us anywhere today.”  I start groaning while everybody else is running back to the school to call their parents or I do not know what they want to do there, but it is raining and I really do not want to go there now. The old lady is looking at me with her strange eyes which look like white because they are in a very light grey. Maybe we will be better to go out.
I get off of the bus and run back to school. I thought I wouldn’t be so wet when I arrive at school, but I am now here and I am wet to the skin and it is fall, so I am wearing long cloth. I wonder about the strong rain and think about whether I have ever seen something like that. Without recognizing it, I am going back and suddenly I run into a person. “Oh my god. I am so sorry. I was just…”
“Thinking”, the person says, and even when I did not saw his face yet, I know who that was. Michal, who is the best Hockey player at our school and maybe for some girls also the best guy at school. “I am fine. What is your name again? Karla? Betka?”
“Katka. My name is Katka.” Usually people like me do not talk to people like him. I am this kind of students who just want to be at home and do their own stuff. I do not like going to school. I have a few friends, but I care more about my friends, which are not at my school. They are older and do not act like five year old children. He is one of that guys who only lives for school life and the hockey team. His whole world is about hockey.
“So what? Have you been on the bus or do you just do not want to go home?” his voice interrupts my thoughts, and I reply 
“I have been on the bus. And now I am searching for any way to go home.”
“Then you need good luck.” a boy behind us is coming into the school.
“What are you talking about, geek?” Michal says. The small guy is looking at me and for being honest, he really looks like a nerd. He wears an old, two numbers too large hoodie with a print on it, which I can not read anymore. He has brown tousled hair and big black glasses on his nose.
He takes out a phone and shows us what it says: “Flood warning! Do not leave the house until tomorrow!”
Michal takes distracted the phone in his hand and says: “That can not be true. I have a game tomorrow. I can not stay here in school with you losers!”
“Of course you have a game tomorrow.” I whispered as silently that only I could hear it.
The nerd whereas nearly screams out a loud: “Hey!” and then he says “It is not my fault, or hers, that the weather is doing that. But we can not change it and we should lovelier stay here in school and search for some food or something for the night.”
“Bull!”, I say and go to the door “I will go home. I really do not want to stay overnight at the place I most hate with “Mr. Nerd” and “Mr. Hockey is my life!” I open the door and the water is seeping in my shoes, but a little water and wet feet never killed anybody, so I keep going. I can hear the sound of my shoes like when you walk on a wet sponge and it really feels like that, but what  should I do? Going back? No way!
I came to the bus, which looks very nice and not as cold and wet as it is right here where I am standing. I open the door of the bus and stay there until I fall asleep and wake up in the next morning.
In the morning I do not feel really dried, but that is not the biggest problem I have. Everywhere around the bus is water so high that I can not even open the door. I take the window hammer and hit it against the window. It does not work and my arm is getting tired, but I keep hitting, because I see no chance to open the door of the bus. It finally breaks and I can climb out to wade through the high water back to the school. At a saturday at school. That is against all my principles, but anyway I have to do it. The water is everywhere now. I look around me and I can only see the bus with the broken window and water. I turn around to finish my way and come back into school.  I open the door and go inside. I take some water with me, but I do not care. My wet hair is sticking at my shirt and I hate that feeling. The wet clothes are sticking at my body and that is even worst. My hair is dripping wet like when you have a cold and your nose is running or when you can not stop crying because a person you love died. I slip to the floor and stay there for a while.
Oh.. That is weird, I can hear the song what always wakes me up to other boring school day. I open my eyes. I am in my warm and dry bed. No sign of a flood and I can see nowhere water, except the water bottle next to my bed and… the cover picture of the book I am reading. “Risk in water” is it called and how the name says, it is about all the risks which are hidden in the water, like floods. As I wake up, I think today I will go to the school with pleasure.
Just hope it does not start to rain.