Help, help, help!

Somebody lost an iPod in school today, and that person was a girl in my class. We all went outside to look for it. But that isn't why 'Help, help help!' is this post's title.

The title of this precious post of mine is the first three words, from what I remember, that was in a book our teacher read to us. In the first chapter, those were the first words I heard. The main character, Whycliffe had a nightmare, a bad dream. He woke up and thought that blood was on his forehead but instead, it was raindrops. They had a hole in the house, water leaked out. The person who wrote the book is one of the teachers at my school. The story was based on Kenya, our teacher said that she had been in that places a couple of times before. The book's title was 'Braking Out' as I had seen on the book with green cover our teacher was holding with one hand in front of us.

Actually, I have homework to do. I haven't done it yet and woah, look at the time. I should be sleeping right now, my dad's orders. But I don't HAVE to follow it, right papa? papa: umm... yeah! That's good. Well, goodbye now, then.