“Let us leave.” I said. The pain in my leg throbbed. We have suffered long enough with the stakes impaling our feet. A sick pleasure for those who owns us.

“Number 5, you are bright enough to know that we are here for a reason.” She, the green one, whispered into my ear.

“Look, I didn’t ask to be picked. None of us did.” I replied. “We were created. We were placed. Simple as that.

“Quit complaining Yellow. For god’s sake.” The fiery one, two positions in front of me, retorted. Number 4 looks disturbed but was very cautious being next to an angry person as well as myself, a rebel. They didn’t want to bring anymore attention to the group.