Darn Apple!

     Grace sat on the makeshift bench eating her apple. The rest of her team was spread out on the other benches. They had just arrived at the church in a town called Booyala and already they had cleaned, swept, and brought in their many boxes and bags from the bus. Grace was not particularly happy to be there, as this was supposed to be her 5 days of rest and relaxation. But then she always had to stop and think, did she really come all this way to just sit around and do nothing? And she hadn't really done anything to deserve a week of rest, except for chopping weeds and pulling grass. So she sucked it up, and tried to be content.

Lunch was almost over and peanut butter and jelly was hastily being eaten by the slackers on the team. Grace took another bite out of her apple. Some of the skin got stuck in her teeth. Ugh, she hated that. She used her tongue to try and get it out so she wouldn't have to use her hands. Washing them was always an unnecessary pain and inconvenience. she felt the smooth texture of the skin wedged between her gum and tooth. She was still trying to get it out lunch ended. In haste she reluctantly stuck her finger up there and got it out. She spit it on to her hand to observe the little devil that gave her so much trouble.  

Only, what she saw, wasn't the red skin of her apple. Immediately, when she saw it, she got a wrench in her gut. Could this really be what she thought it was? It could. She reached her tongue back up to her tooth, and felt the one thing she was dreading. Oh junk............. 

to be continued