Windy It's really windy. I can feel something coming, but my friend won't listen to me, The teacher's shouting now, but I can't hear, it can't be, It's really windy. Just like that. The room was gone. The sunlight hit like a punch, Blanketed by bricks, I can see someone's packed lunch, Just like that. Where's my friend? Where'd he go? He was here but now it's just me I am stuck, someone's shouting, where's he gone,where is he? Where's my friend? They're still shouting. "Stay down, kids! The tornado's almost passed. If there's anyone still out there, they're coming, fast." They're still shouting. I don't believe them. It's got Tommy, the monster, the whirlwind, the beast, Where is he? I can't hear him, someone help him at least... I don't believe them. In honour of the children that died in the school inOklahoma, in Monday's tornado.