Extended summary, added as of August 11th: This story involves a lot more than just Leo and an OC relationship, by the way. But, that's all going to be revealed very soon. :)

The Wizard of Oz t-shirt was the last insult.

Of all things that the karpoi could gag me with, it had to be a Wizard of Oz t-shirt? I had been running around the Wichita Airport, being chased by the little wheat brats, while they were screaming: "Sorghum! Barley! Buckwheat! Corn!" and all the other types of grain that nobody cares about. Why they were in the Wichita airport? I don't know. It still puzzles me today.

So, they were chasing me all throughout baggage, jumping over the luggage carousels, climbing over people's trolleys, and generally wreaking havoc. How is everyone else not seeing this? I asked myself. I was almost out the door when one of the little buggers grabbed onto my ankle. I tripped and fell directly on top of a trash can. (Eeeew!)

The karpoi dragged me out of the airport parking lot and across the highway into a field of grain. They weren't very gentle about it. On the way, I accumulated lots of scrapes, bruises, and I got bonked on the head about twenty times. Somewhere around the 23rd time, I was knocked out.

I woke up laying under wheat that was about armpit length. I could already feel the claustrophobia seeping through my chest, compressing my diaphragm, lodging in my throat. I needed to get out. Now. I stood up quickly, probably too quickly, but I felt like I was going to scream.

The wind ruffled the field, making the grain rustle ominously. Then, the grain materialized into my oh-so-familiar kidnappers.

"What do you want?" I asked furiously.

"Silence, pesky human!" A karpoi in black shorts squealed.

"I'm pesky? I'm pesky? You have got to be freaking kidding me!" I yelled.

"Gag her." The stupid karpoi said. One of the little frickers took a Wizard of Oz t-shirt and gagged me with it. That my friends, was the final insult, as mentioned earlier. Let's just say, if you ever meet someone from Kansas, don't talk to them about The Wizard of Oz, if you value your life.

"We will kill you slowly! Demigods make wonderful fertilizer!" The karpoi was obviously off his rocker. Nevertheless, I didn't want to be killed.

I tried to rip of my gag and use a few choice words on this baby grain thing, but he simply said: "Get her arms, you fools!" and some of his baby grain buddies held my wrists behind my back. Well, I was in quite a predicament. Then I remembered the matches in my pocket. Mwa ha ha ha. I thought. I just had to get to them.

The karpoi seemed to think that when my eyes lit up, that I actually feared him and his baby grain buddies. I snorted inwardly.

"Yes! We will kill you painfully! We will make you eat Whole Grain over there!" He pointed to a karpoi in brown shorts. The karpoi didn't look happy about it. "Whole grain is deadly! It has been killing children since eternity!" He laughed evilly. I didn't see how whole grain was going to kill me, but I didn't object.

"Yes! Sit her over here! Take off her gag! She cannot eat with a gag on!" He grinned. This karpoi was creeping me out. But as his grain buddies undid my gag, I started objecting almost immediately. "I can't eat without a fork! That would be so uncivilized." I said.

"Stupid modern people! In ancient times, we did not use such utensils. We were far stronger!" I gave him the puppy dog face. "Bah! Fine. Sorghum, go get this weak modern girl her 'fork.'" Minutes later, Sorghum returned with a plastic fork.

"Thanks!" I said, falsely cheerily. "But I can't hold the fork with my hands behind my back." The grain-babies behind my back let go of my arms. "Thank you." I said, pulling out my box of matches. The leader of the karpoi looked alarmed, but I had already struck a match. "Don't come any closer!" I said, grabbing a stick from the ground and setting it on fire. Some of the karpoi tried to attack me, but with my newly made torch, I burnt all the karpoi who tried to touch me. I backed out of the field, and when my torch was only about six inches tall, I was out of the field. I took the remainder of my torch, and threw it into the field as far as I could. I'm not sure if that was the best idea, but I needed to be sure that the karpoi wouldn't follow me. Besides, the fire department would probably have control over the fire before it got to anywhere inhabited by people. Hopefully.

~So, that would be the first chapter in my little romance thing. I know it doesn't have any Leo in it yet, but all in good time, my young grasshoppers. My character may seem a bit Mary-Sue at the current moment, but I promise it will get better. So, anyways, tell me what you think! I would be like, so eternally happy if you reviewed, favorited, or followed, (possibly all three) so pretty peas do that. (Yeah, I meant to say "peas")~

~Ok, so I just got a hater saying mean things about Kansas and Wizard of Oz. Since they didn't log in/don't have an account I can't PM them, but if they're reading this (which they probably aren't, but just in case) then the reason why I said that "the Wizard of Oz t-shirt was the last insult" is because IM FROM KANSAS TOO, STUPID. If you aren't this person then you can ignore this last author note. Love from WizardingMockingjayWithABox. :D~