Author’s Notes:  This is some random story I whipped up.  It kinda sux.

Tornado

            She knew there was something wrong with her to begin with; she’d always known it.  First of all, her real and true name was Tornado.  No one’s parents name their kids Tornado.  It just wasn’t something people named their children. 

She also knew something was wrong with her moods.  When she cried, it would start raining outside; when she was mad, a big storm with thunder and lightning would blow through.  Whenever her attitude changed, the weather would seem to shift its mood as well.

Although these coincidences seemed very strange, the strangest of all was the wind.  It never seemed to stop blowing.  Wherever she went, the wind seemed to be following her there.  She had been through several tornados, too.  The tornado would come slowly down the street, devouring everything in its path, except her house.  When the tornado had subsided, her house would be the only thing that was different from the debris for miles around.  Her family was used to tornados.  To them it was just like blinking and breathing; something so small that you don’t even think about the fact that it’s happening.

“Hey, Tory, wait up!” Sophie called.  She was fighting against the wind to catch up with Tornado.

“Sorry,” Tornado called back.  “I just love the wind!   I love weather so much that when I grow up, I’m going to become a meteorologist!”

Sophie snickered.  “Well, I’m going to open my own noodle stand, just like my ancestors!”

“Sophie, your ancestors did that in China.  Is this China? No.  This is America.  Do you think that the people of New York, with all its luxurious restaurants that serve creamy macaroni and cheese, spaghetti, and every other kind of noodle God ever made, will stop to even glance at your tiny old noodle stand?”

Sophie looked down at her feet.  She knew Tornado was right.

“Well, they’re not even going to get a chance because all this wind will blow it away before I even start business!”

“Noodles?” said a rude voice behind them.  “You’re going to open a noodle stand?  Oh sure, big salary you’ll get each month if you keep this talk up, Sophie.”

They turned around to see his limo driving away.  Both could see Calvin approaching them with mischievous eyes.  Calvin loved to tease girls and get them in trouble.  Sophie thought it was because he liked them, but Tornado knew better.   A rich, snobby kid like Calvin would never like a clumsy girl like Tornado, even though she wished he did.

Calvin turned to Tornado.  “Being a meteorologist wouldn’t be so bad, I guess.”  He shrugged his shoulders and walked into Zeebe Intermediate, where the children of the south side of the city went to school.

“Did he just actually say something nice to you?”  Tornado just smiled and walked into the building with Sophie.

Mr. Dawson tried to yell over the noisy kids.  “Okay, people, listen.  Before we begin today’s lesson-” Suddenly, the ground started to shake, and the windows shattered. 

“It’s a tornado!” shouted Sophie.  Everyone looked up and saw a tornado outside the window.  Tornado could feel it calling to her.

Slowly, she was lifted off the ground by the tornado’s wind forces.  She floated out the window and headed straight for the tornado.  She heard Sophie scream, “She’s going to die!  Somebody do something!” but it was too late.  She’d already been sucked into the gyrating winds of doom.

Tornado woke up to see the wind rotating fast in a circle around her.  She remembered being sucked into the cyclone and was probably somewhere in it.  She tried to stand up, but found that she could only see the tornado and…

“Ahhhhhhhh!”  Two gigantic eyeballs were staring down at her.

“Are you the Tornado?” she asked.

“Yes,” rumbled a deep voice.  “Do you know who you are?”

“Yes…  A girl with a strange name?” Tornado guessed.

“No.  You are the child of the wind, and I am your father.  You see,” he began, “your mother always loved to watch tornados.  Your biological mother, I mean.  The parents you live with adopted you when you mother died.

“Anyways, your mother loved tornados so much, that I granted her the gift of a child with the powers of weather.  Though your powers mainly focus around wind, you can make rain and lightning, too.

“The reason I brought you here is because you are twelve now, and must chose which life to live: Stay human and live here but loose your powers; or join me and become a tornado.”

“I… I can’t choose!” Tornado sobbed.

“Well, then I will choose for you…” the wind master replied.

“No!  I…  I want to be with my friends!  You and your windy stuff messed up my whole life!  I hate you!”

“Fine,” he retorted, “but you’ll be deeply sorry, and I won’t even care…” Tornado suddenly felt something hit her head, and she was swallowed into the blackness.

“Tory, wake up!”  Tornado opened up her eyes and saw Calvin looking into them.

“Huh?  Calvin…  Sophie…  A tornado was talking to me…”

“Tory, as soon as you vanished, we all started panicking.  You were in there forever!  We didn’t expect you to make it.  We thought for sure you’d be dead…”

“Well, I’ll never leave y’all again, okay?”  She started crying all over again.

“It’s okay,” Calvin said, “Look, the wind stopped blowing, and the tornado’s gone!”  Tornado sighed.  She was happy to be with her friends.

“So… How about you and me meet at the pier sometime?”

“A date?” she asked.

“I guess…” Calvin replied.

“And I can serve you noodles for lunch!” Sophie said, excitedly.

“Your head is full of noodles, Sophie!” Calvin declared in a teasing manner.

“You just wait…  I’ll have the finest noodle stand in town!”

“And there’s no wind to blow it over…”

“How do you know?” asked Calvin curiously.

“Well, it all began when I realized something was connecting me and the wind…”