This would’ve been the best day of my life. I was on my way to see my musical hero, Noodle. I’d dyed my hair purple (don’t worry, it was only temporary) and I’d readied my mouth to scream. Suddenly, the weather changed for the worst. Across the street, a whirling cloud was sucking up everything in it’s path and squeezing it into a pulp. A tornado. I dived into next door’s front garden. It was too late. The gravel on the floor started to float. It was gone. I knew that soon the same would happen to me. It did. I died that day.