One early December morning, a cheerful chirrup woke the world. Everyone's first thought was different, things like 'It's too early!' or 'Zzzzzzz..' perhaps even 'I love December!'! Even though, everyone's thoughts are at least the same as 1 other person's. I know a person who has a totally different thought to everyone in the world, 'Early birds get the worms!' and her name's Season.
"Early birds get the worms!" Season exclaimed, throwing her duvet on the patterned carpet. She made her bed quickly and drew open the curtains. Happily, she breathed on the already misty window and drew a happy face with her stubby pink finger.
Reluctantly, Mrs and Mr Virgo sat up on their king-sized bed. "Late birds get the soil." they answered sleepily. It was a tradition to answer when one said 'Early birds get the worms.'. They dragged themselves out of bed, looking out the window as they passed it. "Bad weather." Mr Virgo commented, changing quickly and tightening his tie. Mrs Virgo suddenly screamed, she zoomed back into their room and started to pack her things into her bright pink suitcase. "What's the matter old girl?" Mr Virgo asked making the bed. Just as Mrs Virgo opened her mouth to speak, Season burst into their room crying "Tornado!".
A few minutes later, they were all packed to set off on the airplane to Canada. Mrs Virgo handed Season a beautiful necklace with an opal in it. Without uttering a word, Season fastened the necklace. She felt the coldness of the metal settle down on her chest. A single slippery, silky tear slid down her cheek.
On the airplane, everyone was silent and even a ghost could feel the tension in the air. When they were high up in the sky, they saw it. The tornado. Twisting tornado. Twirling tornado. Everyone screamed and the windows shattered. A few people were sucked out of their seats, flying helplessly towards the monstrous tornado. Guess what? Yep, you've guessed it, that unique girl I was talking about, Season? She was one of the poor people. Her necklace shone suddenly and began vibrating on her chest, she clutched it tight and wept as the wind swept her into the dark cold tornado. No one knew her now....
To be continued...
