"Oh boy! I'm coming up!" Thought January. "No more Decemebr." January would finally be up to bat. The coach had put him as bench warmer for what felt like a year. But now it was HIS turn. Not Decmber, not November, not October. Januaries. 2010th inning too. Everyone cheered. January stepped up to plate. He shrugged his eyes and stared at the pitcher; WInter. Winter tossed the ball to January. He hit it and ran and ran. HOME RUN!! That would be winters last pich for awhile, now it was finally Springs turn. January was done.

The mind is a private place? Not anymore. We're children, and when we're twelve, we're sent to live alone, isolated from the rest of the world. We all dress the same, all have the same haircuts (boys-- short and messy, girls-- just below our ears), all wear the same ugly gray shoes. We even wear the same color socks.

The Queen of Hearts smiled ruthlessly. "Darling" she crooned evilly to the King of Spades, her voice thick with false dripping honey. "The thing is, your queen is long since gone, you've lost." The King of Spade's face broke into pure agony, although he had already known this. He composed himself quickly, for he was a good king, and did not want to appear weak to the stone-hearted demon that stood in front of him. He breathed in deeply. "And the rest of my kingdom?" he asked quietly. The Queen smiled, she was enjoying this. "Gone, all gone.