So yeah. That took forever. At least it's here now! Is 300 meters far enough for this to be reasonable? Please tell me if it's not.
"Amaranthine," a woman's voice, cool and slightly metallic says. "Please state the correct spelling of the word bonjour."
"B-O-N-J-O-U-R", I say.
"That is correct. You are finished for today." Of course I am. It's supposed to be a teacher, but all it does is make me spell the word bonjour over and over again. It's not like I even speak whatever ancient language it is anyway. I think it's broken. Or maybe it's just a government plot to get me to go to a public learning center. Whatever the reason, I have to go to a public learning center tomorrow. If I don't, the government will most likely track me down and force me to get an education. Right. As if 432 years of education isn't enough. Besides, it gets awkward when people start to notice you never aged. And when they ask why my eyes are metallic silver. How should I know why it happened? I'm just kind of a freak of nature. Anyway, I need to get stuff. Like food. Food is important. That means I have to go search through random stores to see if any of them have food. The government doesn't really approve, but some people in it are just as desperate as I am, so it's not illegal yet. I grab the first bag I can find. It winds up being a battered backpack. That will work well. I exit my living area. The sky is dark. I'll have to hurry. I hear a crack of thunder and a gust of dry wind ruffles my hair. I've never seen the sky this strange green-grey shade before. It's not likely to be a good thing. I take one step and hear some kind of cracking sound mixed in with howling wind. I spin and look at the street behind me. Approximately 300 meters down the street from me a spinning column of air drops down from the sky. I've heard of things like this before. It's a twister.