Disclaimer: I don't own anything! I'm still in middle school! I must hide! Ahhh!

Dedications: I dedicate this chapter to my first commenter, Saddle123.

Lola and Nicole sat down next to a wall, and Michael ate potato chips at vast speeds.

"Man, what are you doing?" Chase asked.

"This could be my last meal!" Michael exclaimed.

"No, do not think like that, this will all be straightened out soon!" Zoey exclaimed.

"I believe this could help." Quinn said, holding up an invention.

"What's that?" Nicole asked.

"Only a device that makes sure you die now, instead of in a tornado. I just have to insert the euthanasia into your body in several places, and you will immediately die!" Quinn replied, looking impressed. "Now, who would like to go first?"

There were no volunteers, but no more encouraging words from Zoey. Soon, the only sound was a soft humming from the lights and Michael's crunching of potato chips. Dustin clung to Zoey.

"Zoey, I don't want to die! I'm only ten!" He exclaimed.

"Nobody is going to die!" Zoey exclaimed.

"You're only saying that because you want to go to heaven!" Gwen exclaimed.

"Gwen, you just shut up! Everybody calm down!" Zoey exclaimed. Gwen laughed, he thought this was hilarious.

Soon, there was talk of death wishes and last wishes, even of sacrifices and being mummified. Logan wanted to be frozen, so for years to come everyone would see his handsomeness. The littler kids were crying, the older kids were talking nonsense, and the teachers were frantic and would randomly shout, "I am a TEACHER!" at short notice. Gwen was focused on causing pure chaos, and it was working. He cornered a group of kids and told them what would happen to you if you died from a tornado.

"First, all the skin on your head disappears, including your eyes. Then, all your bones turn into water, and your brain dissolves."

"Stop, STOP! I can't take it, I'm too weak!" A few kids wailed.

Zoey stormed over to Gwen. "Stop that, it's not true! If you die from a tornado, you are normally just buried under some rubble and stuff. Besides, there's nothing to worry about, it's only for precaution." Zoey insisted. The kids were still trying to get the pictures out of their heads. Mr. Dig came dashing into the room.

"There is definitely something to worry about! This tornado is CATEGORY 5!" He hollered. This caused utter chaos.

"Hey! I could be famous for naming a tornado! How about Gary or, maybe George. Wait, it is a boy, right?"

"Bethany! Yeah! We'll call her Bethany!"

"It should be a name that could be boy or girl. How about Taylor?"

"I say it should be a boy."

Zoey slapped her head in fury. "This is ridiculous! First off, you do not name tornados, and if you did, there is no way to tell if it is a boy or a girl! Do you people ever go to science class?" Silence occurred. Zoey rolled her eyes.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH! BETHANY'S ARRIVED!"

"No, not George!"

"Taylor's here? We'll die!"

"Gary, go home!"

It was true, Bethany/Taylor/George/Gary was outside the window, roaring and tearing everything in its path. Zoey whimpered, all confidence drained.