I couldn't believe.

this morning when I was still dreamily walking out to my bedroom and heading for the toilet,

I heard my dad's voice at the back, calling ''What are you doing?''

How weird. What were I doing?

Curiosity filled up my mind. Well, I was going to the toilet and getting ready for school.

'' Typhoon signal no.8 has been hoisted up,'' his voice was so tranquil, like there's nothing special at all. Then I noticed that he was

sitting so calmly on the sofa, his eyes sticked on the TV screen.

My heart was pounding and my mind was reeling.

A Strike? No school today? Was that real or was it merely a friendly joke?

I looked out of the window, through which I saw shaking and beating trees in that tempest,

just like someone dancing fiercely and shaking their head frantically in enjoyment.

A few cars were speeding by, splashing water onto the pavement,

like somebody rushing down the road, scurrying for shelter in dire straits

The torrential had made everything outside so misty, so grievous.

The thin veil had hidden all the beauty of the figure of the environment.

Everything, in a mist of peace, in a piece of silence white.

'' And you think that I'd make such a serious joke on you to trick you?'' his voice rang into my ears.

It was just understandable of my sick surprise,

cos I'd really never experienced a strike because of an extreme weather condition before , 

or else there might have been one but that part of my memory had already faded far away.

I just needed a check to make sure that before getting excited

With a haste glance at the left-hand corner of the TV screen, which showed the weather today,

I couldn't help but excitedly yelled out

Yeah !! An extra holiday !! It's real !! It's miracle !!

But initially a guilty feeling boiled up my whole body.

A day without learning, without friends, without stupid laughings,     all in school

What about the quiz?! I've been diligently preparing for it last night.

I hoped it's not a waste of memory, or even, time

Somehow it's bad to have a school strike, wasn't it?

Then I began imagining what would my friends felt  when they heard about.

Dad told me to go back to take a few more hours of sleep.

But I was just to excited to sleep for even a second.

The end was that I only tossed about in my bed for around two hours, but without real deep sleep.

The reason was that I was too thrilled. It sounded crazy but it was all that I felt.

My mind was spinning so fast but so blankly I didn't really know what'd been happening

No lies.

at all

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So I began my surprise holiday at home..

and continued to read my books by Mitch Albom, and others.sss..ss.....

A Day of Rest and Rain.