It was five thirty.

We were still in the lawn, playing soccer, until the black clouds covered the sky up our heads and a cold, strong wind started to blow.

Aliya and Ayesha immediately run into the house. And I quickly rush for the bed sheets I hung on the rope.

Looking at the weather it seemed it might rain heavily.

I start to pull out the bed sheets off the wire.

As I was pulling out the last bed sheet, the cold wind blew strongly and the

bed sheet gets out of my hand.

It flew out of my hand and gets stuck to something right in front of...