I was wearing my new orange pyjamas as the thunder daunted us. We were in our favourite room that we call the “Winter Room” its the room that we use when its cold, raining or like now hailing thunder. It’s about 12:30pm and I am starving. I feel like chicken and I want to eat it in silence as I listen to the storm. As soon as I say “I feel like chicken” my mum calls across the hallway “swimming is about to start!” and that is the last thing I feel like because I’ve already swam today.