Army Of Toys(open)

Toyota wiped the tears away from her face as she tried to turn the topic in her mind to something not as bad as the hunger games. But instead, her thoughts turned towards the topic of the 70th Quarter Quell announcement. "To remind the rebels that their decision hurt some districts much more than others," Snow as said and Toyota instantly knew how awful it would be by the time the malicious grin had spread across his face, "the tributes of the 70th Annual Hunger Games will be reaped regardless of their district." She had then just walked out of the house and into the street which was where she was now. She had then started thinking of Kia. Stupid tv. Stupid president snow. Stupid quell twist. now she had less of a chance of getting into the games which was bad. She wanted to die in them to show people how cruel president snow was for making her brother die in them.

Toyota's head whirled around from her curled up position on the bench as she felt a vibration go through it. Who would sit next to her? The unlucky sibling of a tribute in the hunger games. Most people would have stayed far away. Her eyes narrowed at the little boy who had jumped into the seat next to her fiddling with a little weird cube. "Who are you?" She said, a bit more sharply than she had intended.

Toya had been startled by the boy sitting there, even more startled that he didn't remember her on tv when Kia's box had come home to district three. No one wanted to be near here ever since they found out how unlucky she was. It was a large rumor that President Snow handpicked people who were close to a past tribute. She had been fine so far so Toya doubted President Snow would do that to her right now and she was glad. He was fiddling with some sort of cube or something. I don't know what it was exactly.

"No it's fine. You can sit here if you want. I mean, it's a free country," Toyota bumbled as she talked quickly which is what happened when she was nervous, "Well, I mean kind of free, not really free, you know I'm just going to stop talking." She then sat awkwardly by the small boy. He may have been only two years younger than her, maybe his second year into the games. "I'm Toyota."

(sorry this took a while!)

My mind is still in the past, with Kia and Porsche and Bughatti, and when everything was happy, but it wasn't to last. Only a few years after I had come to that magnificent family, my oldest brother was taken away from me and locked behind Oak doors from which I was pulled away from by peacekeepers in their pristine, white suits and dark black masks. I have always wondered if they could see us through those darkened masks, and I always wondered why they would wear them to hide their faces from everyone around them. That day I had realized why they wear those stupid black helmets. It is because they don't have souls, and since eyes are windows to the soul, they cover their faces so that we don't notice they don't have souls, but I noticed that day how when they took me away from my brother how they didn't have a soul, or a heart, or a mind to stop them from wrenching me away from Kia.

Wrenching me away from my brother that was going to die a few days later because of soulless people like them.

I was twisted back to reality when I heard the boy talking next to me. He had been playing with the weird cube for a while now, and it just had popped open. My brow furrowed in surprise. I thought you were supposed to just get the colors matching on all sides, not open it and have a prize inside. How could afford something like this? He took a piece of candy from it. Now I was really confused. How could someone have candy in the district. My father is one of the richest people in the district, and candy is still a rare and delectable treat and surprise for me.

He held one of the beans out to me and I looked down at it in surprise. I recognized it as a jelly bean. Last time I had one was years ago after whatever his name, the district three victor, I think Klaus Gorovitch was his name, had won and my father said I could have some of the jelly beans that came with the winnings that were for the whole district. A year of food for everyone, and so we all had enough to take something small like that.

I took the jelly bean and say quietly, "Um, thanks." He was a weird little boy, most I'd met hadn't even known what candy was and certainly wouldn't have shared. I bit into slowly and looked at the boy wonderingly, "How did you get these?" I asked questioningly, "They're hard to find everywhere. It's almost impossible. How?" I say slowly and wonderingly even though I know it seems a small bit rude to me, but I was really wondering how this small boy acquired some of the sweetest candy there is.

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