Hope I don't get last place.
Frank was now twenty years old, he had a girlfriend and was about to buy a house with all the money he earned from work in the office. He went to see the house: It had many windows and doors, looong dark corridors and big rooms. Now, the house wasn't big itself, it was a small house, a dwarf compared to the buildings beside it. The house was painted in a blue color, the one Frank hated, so he painted the whole house yellow, and he then bought furniture for the house, the couch was left in a corner, the chairs beside the table, the huge widescreen TV was left in a strong desk, and the beds in the two bedrooms. The corridors were filled with lamps, and then the walls were painted white. The lamps shone in the corridor, giving it light. The house was two stories high: In the uppermost floor were the bedrooms and the corridor. The corridor was entered and exited through some old wooden stairs, which were replaced with new ones made of rock and steel, and in the first floor was the kitchen, the hall and the library.
One day a storm was hitting the city in which Frank lived. Luckily, he had prepared the house just in time. He found himself alone in the hosue. Thunder boomed outside, shattering the silence, and lightning was seen from miles around. The rain came down hard, the city was flooding. The street beside the house was flooded, it looked like a river: a nearby construction, full of sand and dirt, made the water look brown, something that Frank admired from the window. Thunder, as loud as ever, shook the silence again, everything rumbled: the chairs fell down, the coffee machine fell to the floor and broke to pieces, the furniture made a strange sound.
Frank looked outside: the city was completely flooded. "Notta nice storm. I knew the newspaper dudes weren't right." He said to himself. He then went for a glass of water, he noticed leaks all around. He put buckets on the floor, but the carpet had allready been stained with water, a dark, wet spot. He then ate breakfast, some bacon and ham, and he drank the water. Then he went to see the TV.
"...More news from the storm. It ain't gettin' softer, that's what I said "Said the reporter wih a heavy 'cowboy' accent. "Brodcastin' from New Chicago, John Michael and Dan Lopez." Frank changed the channel again and again, stopping to see Spongebob for a while, then he changed again and again untill he found a program about wild animals.
"...as you see, but this lion lives in the African Savanna, where he eats any animal that comes into reach, From Zebras to Gacelles..." Frank again changed the channel, seeing more and more boring programs like "All about water" and "Discovering Dirt" Frank turned off the TV. Nothing interesting was in the TV. He went to the small Laptop he bought a while ago, and started visiting sites such as FutureTube and Facebook II.
After a while, he went to his bedroom, tired. He tried to sleep but then again thunder smashed the silence, as if it was trying to bother Frank. He opened the window and shouted insults out at the storm, which, as if hearing Frank, sent more and more lightning at the city.
Frank finally slept, but at three in the morning, and he woke up at eight. He was tired, and finally stood up. Thunder was still around, but far away. A huge smile was in Frank's face. He had defeated the storm.
