It was the morning after a very long night, I woke up wet from the annoyingly loud rain pouring through the leak above our now soaked bed. I had struggled to sleep that night because of the deafening rain against the zinc walls of my wet and unstable shack. I got up and banged my head on the low roof. I was wearing my only, now crumpled, clothes. I go outside in the rain to go to the bathroom. My clothes were wet from the storm. I was on my way to the bathroom when I reached the flooded lake. I took a step into the freezing lake, halfway through the lake, I tripped over a sharp stone and got a large cut on my knee. I got back up and walked on with a bleeding knee. I really wish that there was a hospital nearby. As I reach the bathroom I see that there is a long queue and that I would be late for school if I waited. I looked around to see if there was another bathroom nearby, but I soon realized I would never have the luxury of that. Once I reached the front of the line, I wished fo...