Twister.
It was 1:00 in the afternoon. Great. Two hours until school (torture) finally ended. The rain was pouring outside. It looked like it was 6:00 already. All of the gleeks were in glee club practice. They sat in their usual little circles. Klaine and samcedes in one corner, finchel and noren in another, brittana and Quinn and Artie (not a couple) in the last one, and tike in the middle. Thunder boomed, and lightning flashed. They payed it no heed. Every time there was a tornado drill, nothing ever happened. Figgin's voice came over the intercom. "teachers, we will proceed to do a tornado drill." He said. The class groaned and followed Mr. Shue out into the hall. Apparently, the other teachers wanted to use the back hall. They sat cross-legged in front of the wall, though they knew that procedure was kneeling and covering your head. They just chatted amongst themselves. Mr. Shue didn't care that they had failed to follow proper procedure. Just as he was thinking about his own glee days, the lights in the hall went out. There were windows, but since it was pitch black outside they were of little help. The giggles and chatter were gone. The hall was silent, with everyone looking at each other in confusion. They were snapped out of silence when lightning flashed and a window shattered. Everyone either cursed, screamed, or clung to their significant other, all three, in Mercedes and Kurt's case. A tree limb flew through the window, along with some rain water, and landed not too far away from where everyone was huddled in a corner. An ear splitting howl was sounding in all directions around the new directions. Locker doors flung open and shut. Papers and other debris flew around the hall, ripping past everyone. Some were screaming, but the monster screamed louder. Louder than Kurt, Mercedes, Rachel and puck (yes, puck) combined. Puck was screaming higher than Kurt. They could hear doors being ripped from the hinges, and flying to the wall, smashing to pieces. They could hear the roof being ripped off the top of the school building. Nobody was following the stupid procedure now; they were all trying to get to the nice, safe janitor's closet. The place made of concrete without windows. The place they were told countless times to turn to in times like these. Mr. Shue was hurriedly pushing, no…more like flinging everyone in there. It was a little quieter in there, just enough for everyone to be heard. The boys were crying and clinging to the girls. They clung to anyone and anything they saw. They said how they loved everything. They heard the tornado pass away from them. They slowly walked out of the janitor's closet. Everything had been ripped apart. Nothing was left of anything. Luckily no one died, but they were shocked to see the place that they wished would disappear so many times before actually gone. Thaqt twister had destroyed their memories, their learning sanctuary, their home away from home.