tornado!

The sky is this dark, puke green color like any moment the apocolyptic horsemen might come galloping down on a thundercloud, and there's a steady grumbling like large vehicles on a gravel road. A minute ago there was a large clash of elements, the power flickered out, and everyone (me included) screamed bloody murder... but only for a minute.

And now inside room 227, twenty-four seventh graders quietly take their mood and tone test, even while we can hear the room next door going crazy, and do you know why?

MY VOICE IS LOUDER THAN THUNDER.

It's true.