The breeze was cold, the storm was whizzing. No one had ever survived one of these storms except Gods. Gods and wizards.

Angelica was a new girl to this country who had never seen a storm. Not even a tiny one, she was from a place where it was only sunny. The country had a name, it was called Gelli. Angelica was on her first day of her new school and she was nervous. She had been bullied for her orange hair and glasses.

She thought the day would go quite bad, and it did. She was poor and all the other kids were rich. They made fun of her, pushing her around, tripping her over, it was not cool. Angelica didn't want the popular girls to think that she was a cry-baby so she didn't cry. Well, not in public. When she got home to her flat she cried and cried. So much that it could've been a river, her mum said "Whats wrong? Did something happen at school?". Angelica didn't reply she just sobbed "Errr- I- Uh- they were- ca- calling me names!" Angelica shouted. Her mum was going to march right down to the school and tell the teachers what had happened. "WAIT STOP!" Angelica shouted before her mum could step one foot outside. "THE TORNADO WARNINGS ARE GOING OFF!" "IT MUST BE ONE OF THE STORMS! ONE OF THE WORSE ONES!" Angelica screamed. For a second the lights were on and off. Angelica could feel her house shaking, and the TV came on. "Hello and this is Kent with the news. This is one of the worse storms in history! It might end up with everyone dying, but don't panic! There must be someone out there who can stop this."

"don't panic?!?! DON'T PANIC?! THIS HOUSE IS GOING TO BE RIPPED TO PIECES IF THAT SOMEONE DOESN'T STOP THIS!" Angelica shouted. "I SEE A TORNADO! ITS COMING THIS WAY! SOMEONE HEL-"