The Girl With the Green Apples

Alyssa Romano, an 8th grader who looked more like a high school senior to him, promised me a peek beneath her blouse. When I arrived, she was holding two green apples and slipped them inside the bra beneath her yellow t-shirt. At that moment, the wood suddenly released a mob of taunting, hooting, laughing girls from my school. As Alyssa put distance between us, a hail of apples suddenly rained down on me from the hands of almost a dozen creatures whose wickedness was masked in braids and berets.