I'd very much like it if we were in art class and in the midst of painting a portrait of Princess Diana Of Wales you'd look over at me thoughtfully, and I'd look back as if to say 'what is it?' Just as tornado sirens would suddenly blare loudly from outside. There's a tornado in the field, clear as day, and everyone freaks out and forgets the rules, flees the room. We're the last two in the room and the tornado is so close now that a selfish classmate locks us in the room, just as the several glass windows break, and we go to the art closet, dull and dark, and lock ourselves in because there's nowhere else to go. And in the closet we'd be so scared shitless that we'd confess everything, greatest fears, regrets, desires, etc. and as time went on we'd forget about the tornado, and we'd be so happy that we'd start to float above our dead bodies in the rubble of the school, back to heaven, and we'd both be angels, and we'd be best friends, and nothing would ever bring us down again. No tornadoes, no regrets, no hate.
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