Cross the bridge When it Comes.

Okay, so it was a pleasant evening. I was enjoying the party the attention and I had passed my exam with flying colours. 

Yet I could sense trouble brewing up.

There was a warning of an earthquake and a flood. Everyone was scared to admit that it was incredibly fearful.

I felt like a soldier, who could not do anything about it.

I felt sad miserable.

But we cheered each other up.

By encouraging and cracking silly jokes. But we were fools.