So, last year the state that I currently live in (I wasn't there at the time) had a huge flood. And it rains a lot here. And there's a loads of lakes and rivers. My school is right on the bank of one. I live on a LAKE! We have little islands that we build houses on, but a most of the population here does live on land, so they don't have houseboats (we have them, but they're for tourists. My family doesn't live in them, thought some people have house boats to live in.) This is what happened:

We were in art class. I was practicing the drawing for my art exam on 29 of July. Here, school begins in March. And ends in December. Last year, they had a devastating flood and lost seven months of school. The rest of the schools weren't as close to the largest river in Kashmir, Jehelum, so they didn't suffer as much as Convent did. A few students were looking out the window, worried. The girl who sits next to me in class, Zuha, had told me that there was a prediction that this year they will have a much more devastating flood than the last. From what I heard, the last flood had destroyed many homes, injured countless, and killed? Hundreds. Our art teacher, Hira ma'am was saying," Now don't worry, everything is in God's hands. He will do what is right for us. Everything will be-" Then the loudspeakers spoke:

"EVERYONE PACK YOUR BAGS AND RUSH!"

The pandemonium began. The loudspeaker said something else but it's voice was drowned out by all of the screams. I was confused, until Zuha told me," FLOOD! THE FLOOD'S COMING, INARA, HURRY!" We rushed, as it had said to do, and ran out as fast as we could. Pushing, shoving, screaming, crying. Isn't this the definition of pandemonium? The walls echoed the screams of children, after all it too had suffered from the flood. We ran over to my sister's class and when she wasn't there I panicked. "The bus, she's probably in the bus! Let's go!" Zuha and I went in the same bus, so we ran around, frantic, trying to find the bus. When Zuha spotted it she sprinted to the bus dragging me along. I called out for my sister, but no avail. At the moment I put my bag down, she rushed in. I tried to hug her. Note the word "tried". She hit me, of course. When we saw the water level of River Jehelum, yep you guessed it! PANIC! But soon the panic died down.

When we reached our stop the rain had stopped. The sun was shining and the water level where I live? Not too high. I gave a sigh of relief. "Thank the blob!" I muttered to myself.