Sky and I left with Brooke to go to the school. I pressed a button and we went through the door. I was still surprised at how big it was. Brooke said goodbye, and went to join the waters. Me and Sky scanned the clearing, looking for the winds. We recognized Storm and went over. Have we got a surprise for him. "Hi, Storm," I yelled, cheerfully. "Hi, Misty, Skylar," he yelled back. He started walking to us. But he didn't get very far. We threw a gale at him. He actually flew. He did about three summer salts in the air, and landed on his back, stunned. We walked over to him, grinning. "Better?" I asked. Sky giggled. "Not funny," he growled playfully, as we helped him to his feet. "Come on. You're just down because we got you that time," Sky said. "Not funny," he said again in a mock angry voice. "It was pretty funny, and you know it," I told him. He said nothing. "Stop being a baby," Sky said, "you aren't two. Trust me; I had to babysit one. It was awful." We all laughed at that. Me, Sky, and Storm walked back over to our group. Everyone said that what we did to Storm was awesome, and they gave us pats on the backs. Storm even admitted it was really good. "Alright, settle down," a familiar voice said. Where have I heard that voice before? Me and Sky peered over everyone, and saw the person who was speaking. Our instructor was Thomas Smith.