Just Toys

"Weeeeee!" Isaac threw his little balsa plane around ashe Mia , Garet and Ivan walked to school.

"Oh! Oh Isaac! Throw it here!" Ivan ran ahead.

"Ok!" Isaac tossed the light wood toy through the brisk morning air, Ivan catching it and throwing it back. "Hey, Garet! Go long!" the golden blond bed-head took a step back and threw the toy with all his might.

"Hey! Wait!" Garet ran after it as the breeze carried it onto the front steps of the school. Isaac and Ivan ran to catch up to him, Mia just sighed.

"Stupid boys..." and scurried to catch up without tearing her hems.

"Oh! Ivan! You're here!" Sheba jumped up from the stairs where she sat. "Hi Isaac, hi Garet, hey Mia!" she walked to greet them.

"Hey Sheba!" Ivan grinned. "Where's the others?"

"They're talking with the principal, they got in a fight."

"Even Felix and Piers?" Isaac blinked in surprise.

"Well, the prox kids were picking on Jenna cause she's not as strong in fire psynergy yet and they called her names so of course Felix got mad at them and Piers backed him up." Sheba explained.

"oh."

"Well, let's get to class. We'll be late!" Mia pointed to the clock All five rushed down the hallway into Mr. Kraden's class and sat down before he entered the room. Isaac quickly disassembled his plane and stashed it away so he wouldn't get in trouble.

At resess Isaac played with his plane the whole time. All the kids wanted a turn (besides the proxians, they got in trouble), and being the nice guy Isaac is, he let them play too. Everyone really liked Isaacs little flying toy. (you also have to remember, they didn't HAVE real planes back them, so the toy is really really cool and imaginative.) The two little wind adepts liked it especially much, with their love for the air.

In fact, lucky Ivan having a merchant for a 'dad', ran home and begged for one on bended knee. Hammet felt so bad for the little boy, him being picked on by all the other servants all the time and hardly ever making a fuss, that he left with his caravan to search for a little plane for his beloved boy. But he wouldn't settle for the cheap balsa plane Kyle had bought from the toy store, Hammet felt Ivan deserved the very best in all the land. This journey took him many a week and with each passing day little Ivan became more and more envious of Isaac's little plane.

When Hammet finally returned Ivan was there immediantly to hear the news from his travels. Hammet presented the boy with a beautifully carved plane from Xian. It was handpainted the most brillient of colors and most fasinating designs of horses and warriors and fine maidens in pure sparkling white robes. Ivan was so delighted thathe jumped up, kissed Hammet's cheek (come on, people, he's just a little kid!), and ran off to show his friends.

He found them in Isaacs yard, playing with the plane. He held his own up high and yelled, "Look, look what Master Hammet got me!" and they spent all day playing with the two planes until all fell asleep in the grass, Ivan holding his plane tight in his arms as he slept.

The next day they were all sick from sleeping outside when it got cold. But when hegot better, Ivan rushed to Isaac's house with his plane, excited to play again. When he got there everyone was inside watching the paint dry (ummm... no TV?)

"Come on, guys, don't you want to go outside and play?" Ivan begged.

"Na, we don't feel like playing with that stupid plane anymore, it gets boring just throwing it around." Garet answered.

"Oh, ok..." Ivan stared at the wall awhile, then scanned the room. Garet was closest to him, completely blanked out. Mia was asleep, with all the chocolate smeered on her face she must've pigged out on Dora's cookies (only seconded by Felix's mom's). Isaac was coloring. Sheba sat fidgety on a chair, watching Isaac color. Ivan hung his head and walked home, headed to the courtyard to throw the plane around by himself. He felt so lonley, why didn't anyone else want to play with his marvelous plane?

"Aww, did all of your little friends abandon you, weirdo?" Cackled one of his fellow servants as he passed by.

"He's no a weirdo!" Came a determined, yet small, female voice from behind Ivan.

"Ah, whatever." The servant left.

Ivan spun around to look at the person who had stood up for him. "Oh, hi Sheba." He forced a smile.

"Hey, Ivan. Do you still want to play airplane?" She asked sheepishly.

"Sure! Thank you!" He was so happy that he ran to her and hugged her tight.

"Yai!" Sheba jumped, blushed horribly.

"Oh sorry." He back away. "Here! Catch!" He ran aways and threw the plane to her.They played for a while until it happened.

Sheba Caught the plane, but her fingers didn't get their best grasp. Just then a servant ran by and bumped her slightly, sending her falling on the pavement, ontop of the frail wooden plane.

SNAP!

Ivan stood in horror as Sheba struggled to her knees, staring at the broken plane, the right wing completely broken.

"I-I-I-I-I'm sorry." She stammered.

"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! A-A-WAHHHHH!" Ivan wailed misrably .

"I-I'm s-s-so sorry." She fought off tears herself before she too started to sob.

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I'm sorry to have to stop right at the climax, but I'm out of time online (stupid timelimit) I'll try to get back to it soon, please be patient!