It was Show and Tell day at school, and Adam knew just what to bring. He always kept his favorite apple on his night stand, and he decided that's what he wanted to show his classmates. After giving it a good polish and tucking into its little bed atop the nightstand and nestled himself into bed.
The next morning, he shook the nightstand as he landed on the floor after jumping out of his bed with excitement, causing the apple to nearly do the same. Adam got dressed, then snatched his companion fruit and ran downstairs to eat before school. His parents glanced at each other in confusion of their child's unusual enthusiasm.
Eventually Adam did arrive at school and Show and Tell began. Adam daydreamed through all of the other kids' presentations, but when his name was called, he leaped right out of his chair and stood proudly at the front of the classroom. With a voice that remained unaware of maturity past the horizon, he said his few sentences about his apple, then returned to his seat gleaming. The rest of the class gave their presentations, and the school day continued as normal.
Adam's presentation had given the class bullies, Joan and Juan, fresh fodder, and they decided to feast immediately. Joan sauntered up to Adam, while Juan made jeering remarks, generally regarding the pitch of his voice. Adam rolled his eyes, then began to walk away, but Joan grabbed his apple and brought it to her mouth to take a bite.
The next morning, he shook the nightstand as he landed on the floor after jumping out of his bed with excitement, causing the apple to nearly do the same. Adam got dressed, then snatched his companion fruit and ran downstairs to eat before school. His parents glanced at each other in confusion of their child's unusual enthusiasm.
Eventually Adam did arrive at school and Show and Tell began. Adam daydreamed through all of the other kids' presentations, but when his name was called, he leaped right out of his chair and stood proudly at the front of the classroom. With a voice that remained unaware of maturity past the horizon, he said his few sentences about his apple, then returned to his seat gleaming. The rest of the class gave their presentations, and the school day continued as normal.
Adam's presentation had given the class bullies, Joan and Juan, fresh fodder, and they decided to feast immediately. Joan sauntered up to Adam, while Juan made jeering remarks, generally regarding the pitch of his voice. Adam rolled his eyes, then began to walk away, but Joan grabbed his apple and brought it to her mouth to take a bite.
"No, don't you dare!" Adam screamed, then threw a rock at her face.
She dropped the apple, and Adam would have stooped to grab it himself, but Juan was already bounding toward him, so he ran.
When Joan had sufficiently nursed her head wound, she picked up the apple and joined Juan in the chase. They were unfortunately too slow to catch Adam with the head start he'd gotten, but Adam realized this, and foolishly turned to taunt them. Maddened by this, Joan chucked the apple as hard as she could at the boy, and it nailed him right in the throat.
Adam fell on is back from the impact, and when he failed to move for some time afterward, Joan and Juan fled before they could be associated. When recess was over, several of Adam's classmates found him, but they were astonished to see he'd changed significantly from before recess. They tried to help him up, but he was quite a bit taller, and generally bigger, and instead of moving him an inch from the blacktop, they simply met the surface themselves as he pulled them down with hulking strength.
Adam stood up on his own, and he was the size of Mr. Bullthwart, their tight end turned P.E. teacher. None of the kids knew what to say, and Adam responded to their silence with a deep, low "What? Why is everyone looking at me? Oh! Has anyone seen my apple?"
And the kids continued gaping at their classmate. They had indeed seen his apple. With the stem sticking right out in front, it was lodged in the middle of his throat. One girl, Jenny, fainted, but Adam just picked her up and brought her back to class.
Mr. Bullthwart saw Adam and pulled him aside before he entered the classroom. "You, boy, what's your name?"
"Uh, Adam sir. I'm the one you usually forget about in dodgeball." Adam replied.
"Nonsense, meet me on the field after school, we have practice."
"Field? Practice for what?"
But Mr. Bullthwart was already galloping down the hallway, clearly excited about something. Adam shrugged and went back to class, trying to figure out what field his P.E. teacher was talking about, and what he'd be practicing.
When Joan had sufficiently nursed her head wound, she picked up the apple and joined Juan in the chase. They were unfortunately too slow to catch Adam with the head start he'd gotten, but Adam realized this, and foolishly turned to taunt them. Maddened by this, Joan chucked the apple as hard as she could at the boy, and it nailed him right in the throat.
Adam fell on is back from the impact, and when he failed to move for some time afterward, Joan and Juan fled before they could be associated. When recess was over, several of Adam's classmates found him, but they were astonished to see he'd changed significantly from before recess. They tried to help him up, but he was quite a bit taller, and generally bigger, and instead of moving him an inch from the blacktop, they simply met the surface themselves as he pulled them down with hulking strength.
Adam stood up on his own, and he was the size of Mr. Bullthwart, their tight end turned P.E. teacher. None of the kids knew what to say, and Adam responded to their silence with a deep, low "What? Why is everyone looking at me? Oh! Has anyone seen my apple?"
And the kids continued gaping at their classmate. They had indeed seen his apple. With the stem sticking right out in front, it was lodged in the middle of his throat. One girl, Jenny, fainted, but Adam just picked her up and brought her back to class.
Mr. Bullthwart saw Adam and pulled him aside before he entered the classroom. "You, boy, what's your name?"
"Uh, Adam sir. I'm the one you usually forget about in dodgeball." Adam replied.
"Nonsense, meet me on the field after school, we have practice."
"Field? Practice for what?"
But Mr. Bullthwart was already galloping down the hallway, clearly excited about something. Adam shrugged and went back to class, trying to figure out what field his P.E. teacher was talking about, and what he'd be practicing.
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