Gone
/Gone\\\\\\
Gone. The word swirls around my head like solar wind, charged with impatience. They have not yet returned, and every day I have to live with the fact that my stupidity is why I can't have him yet. Why is he so important? He is a physically awkward boy, and not particularly good looking. But he is a challenge to look forward to—a new prize that can only be attained with my intellect, and not Papa's currency. Great minds impose great challenges, and I yearn for such challenges. I will not rest until I have won, for I will win.
A/N: My first attempt at a 100-word drabble. Please review.
Disclaimer: I own no one; Eoin Colfer does.