I blink and the apple looks as if it is a figurative diaper. I lecture myself to play rugby but the apple catches my attention. I spin around to look away from the apple but let myself turn back around…not knowing why. I keep staring at the apple. . . the apple spun in a random direction that I can not identify. I dip down to the ground trying to make myself avoid this scrumptious apple. But then I relize that I can not defeat this vermilion fruit who has just won our war.
Laurel Fricke said,
February 15, 2010 at 10:42 pm
I blink and the apple looks as if it is a figurative diaper. I lecture myself to play rugby but the apple catches my attention. I spin around to look away from the apple but let myself turn back around…not knowing why. I keep staring at the apple. . . the apple spun in a random direction that I can not identify. I dip down to the ground trying to make myself avoid this scrumptious apple. But then I relize that I can not defeat this vermilion fruit who has just won our war.
Laurel Fricke, 10 + 11/12ths years old