On my way home I met a boy called thunder, his eyes flickering with electricity and his hair grey like the angry clouds raging and pushing out the sunlight.

On my way home I met a woman called wonder, golden blond hair swirled in the breeze and eyes that shone like diamonds in the summer skies.

On my way home I met a girl called Ivy, vines crawling up her legs like snakes of green and eyes of azure blue.

On my way home I met a man called heat with crimson amber eyes of rage and smoke rose when he exhaled.