She'd had been destined for it ever since she was born, but she had no idea until she died.
It was a perfectly ordinary Thursday morning and Theresa Roberts was out shopping, she had pale brown hair and blue-grey eyes, she looked at her list: milk, eggs, flour and bananas. It was nearly her tenth birthday and her mum was making the cake, she was quite looking forward to being in double figures. By this time she had almost reached the shop, and then the storm struck. The weather forecast said the storm wouldn't come for several days, and although her family had prepared for the storm the shop had not. She rushed into the shop hoping to find shelter, only to find a crowd being shepherded out. She asked a scared looking woman what was going on, "The shop hasn't been secured for the storm, so they've had to evacuate," she replied, "If the storm is strong enough, the shop could collapse on top of us." Theresa quickly joined the throng of people heading towards the closest of the neighboring fields, but Theresa, who had considerably shorter legs than most of them, was lagging behind. Suddenly there was a huge gust of wind and Theresa was literally swept off her feet, for one second she felt lighter than air, then she came back down to earth with a sickening crunch.
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