Cyclone Greystorm

CHAPTER 1: PRE-SCHOOL

"Alright Cyclone, I'm off to school I'll see you this afternoon, enjoy Pre-School." Cyclone's older brother Clyde was leaving, which meant... Cyclone wouldn't see him until the afternoon and that meant she couldn't play any games with him.

"No, Clyde stay here! Come to Pre-School with me!" Cyclone winged, "I want to play a game!"

Clyde tilted his head back and stopped himself from groaning, this happened every time he went to school. "Hey come on, we can play a really fun game this afternoon." Clyde assured her happily.

Cyclone gave the offer a thought before nodding and running back to her Mum. Clyde let a grin slip onto his face at how his sister could be so easily persuaded if he promised a game later. He stepped outside and closed the door behind him, it was his first day of Year 9. The age difference between him and his sister was huge but they were still best friends.

Cyclone crouched down, in front of her was the lounge her Mum was sitting on. She crept up slowly, and then when she was close enough crawled around the side of the lounge to the arm she slowly stood up before yelling, "Boo!"

Her Mum jumped a little and said; "Oh, don't scare me like that." Cyclone laughed a little and looked at what her Mum was doing, she saw some clothing in her Mum's hands and realised that she was getting Cyclone's outfit ready.

"Mummy," Cyclone started. "Can I just wear my pyjamas?"

"No you can't." Her Mum said. "It's not pyjamas day."

Cyclone felt a little bit disappointed, she'd just gotten a new pair of pyjamas and she liked how the pants went with the shirt.

Cyclone felt herself being picked up and put into the booster seat of the car, her Mum buckled it up and closed the door. Another door opened shortly afterwards and she hopped into the driver's seat. The car started up and Cyclone felt it move out of the driveway.

A while later the car pulled up at the Pre-School and Cyclone struggled in her seat until she was unbuckled, as soon as the buckle was undone she jumped out of the car and looked around at the Pre-School. There was a big gate around it and Cyclone thought it would be great to play a prison escape game here.

"Come on Cyclone." Her Mum said as she grabbed Cyclone's hand and walked her towards the gate, she opened it up and led her to the main building, a nice looking lady walked up and guided Cyclone inside, she quickly waved goodbye to her Mum and then ran into the room. All around her were a bunch of other kids, some of them were standing there with a blank expression while others were running around with their arms outstretched pretending to be air planes. Cyclone ran towards the other kids and tried to make a new friend.

"Hello, I'm Cyclone. Does anyone want to play a game." She said enthusiastically. A little boy ran over and said to her;

"What kind of game?"

"Umm," Cyclone said as she looked around the room, there was a big white board on one side of the room and immediately she got an idea. "How about celebrity heads? I play it with my brother."

The kid nodded and they ran over to the white board. Cyclone grabbed a marker and started trying to write something, her handwriting wasn't very good so she decided to draw a character from one of the books her brother always read to her, it was a pig called Trotter.

"Am I... a dog?!" asked the little boy.

"No." Cyclone said.

After about ten more guesses the boy gave up, "You're Trotter!" Cyclone yelled happily.

The boy who was in a bad mood because he couldn't guess the character before said, "Who's Trotter?" the boy turned around and rubbed out the drawing of the pig Cyclone had worked so hard on. "That drawing was bad!" The boy said angrily. "That game was bad! You're bad! And, and you're boring!" The boy ran off angrily and Cyclone started crying.

One little girl turned around and saw Cyclone crying, she pointed at her and said, "Look, it's a cry-baby!" All the little kids laughed.

Cyclone ran away and hid on the playground. One of the teachers ran up to Cyclone and asked her if she was alright but Cyclone wasn't listening, she wanted Clyde back, she wanted Mummy back. She ran towards the gate and punched it, the gate just made her hand hurt so she tried to run another way, but all around her was the big gate, she was trapped. Prison wouldn't be a good idea for a game because she was already in prison. One of the teachers walked over and picked her up, she carried her inside and called her Mum. After what seemed to Cyclone like forever her Mum came and picked her up.

Pre-School wasn't fun, it was dumb.

"Cyclone, afternoon tea is ready!"

Cyclone opened her eyes, she sat up and paused the CD she wiped away a tear although she didn't remember crying and left her room. Afternoon tea was on the bench, Clyde was supposed to be coming over for dinner tonight. They were celebrating his Twenty-third birthday. Cyclone had bought him an acoustic guitar and it was all wrapped up and ready for him. After she'd sat down at the table there was a knock at the door, "I'll get it" Cyclone said quickly. She walked towards the door and as she opened it recognised the face of her older brother. He was smiling as usual, she opened the door and as he walked in he picked her up and gave her a big hug. She found it hard to breath when her brother gave her giant bear hugs like that, she didn't mind though and she hugged him back.

He put her back down and said, "How are you little sis? Any luck finding new friends?"

She smiled because she hadn't seen her brother for nearly two months and then replied, "I'm pretty good although I haven't had any luck with finding a new friend, but there is a creepy kid staring at me in class so that's a plus."

Clyde gave her a questioning look before asking, "Do you want me to punch him in the face."

Cyclone laughed but said, "No, he'd fall over and get sent to hospital. You should see the kid, he's as scrawny as I am."

Clyde quickly found his way to the fridge and grabbed out some snacks before walking to the table to sit next to Cyclone, "So Cyclone tells me that there's a guy staring at her in class, is this true, Jane?"

"I don't know, she didn't tell me." Jane said as she raised an eyebrow at Cyclone who shrugged in return. "And also, you can call me Mum. Just because you're an adult doesn't mean you can act like I'm not your Mother."

"Sorry." Clyde said between mouthfuls of left-over lasagne.

Cyclone looked at her plate, there were some crackers with dip on the side and a slice of sweet roll. She picked up the sweet roll and took a big bite out of it.

"Oh Cyclone!" Jane roused. "You got it all over your face, I swear sometimes you act like you were never taught any manners."

"What?" Cyclone said with food still in her mouth. "It's not like we're at some family restaraunt where there's a bunch of people staring at me.

"No," Jane replied. "But we will be in..." She checked her watch. "An hour and ten minutes."

As Cyclone finished off her crackers and dip Jane looked at her and said, "Go change into something nice please? I don't want you going to a restaurant in the same clothes you've been wearing all day."

'Hmm, should I wear this T-shirt with my black jeans or this other T-shirt with my blue jeans? I think I'll go with this other T-shirt with my blue jeans.'