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Chapter 6: What is life?
What is life? You may question yourselves sometimes. Well I happen to have the answer to it.
Life is a hole.
Yep that's the conclusion I came to. You are born through a hole, you eat through a hole, you listen through two holes, you breathe through two holes, you see through two holes, you do your *cough* thingies through a hole, and when you die you are sent to a hole.
Pure holeness surrounds us all. That is precisely what comes to thought when I pick up my apple and realize it has a taunting hole in it.
I stare at it intensely waiting for that sucker worm that is bound to be in there, to come out. After five good minutes of staring at the innocent looking apple, Kevin snatched it from my grip.
"Kat, there is no worm inside the apple", he says very slowly as if talking to a four year old.
"How do you know that?" I retorted.
"Because that is only seen in cartoons”, he was giving me an incredulous look. But I wasn’t taking any chances with that apple.
"What kind of proof do you have that it doesn't have a worm in it?” I asked.
"This" says Kevin, right before taking a bite out of my suspiciously holey apple. I narrowed my eyes, not at Kevin but at the apple. You won't trick me, missy*.
I decided to let Kevin enjoy my apple and all its holey glory, and just joined in the debate going on between Angie and Clark, who were fighting between what bird was the worst. A pigeon or a crow. James and I voted for the pigeon, while Sharon and Jess voted for the crows. We tried to get our point through their heads, but they just wouldn't have it.
"How can you say crows are worst then pigeons? Those mofos take a dump on your car every single time they see it", said James while I mutter "more like a couple of dumps."
"Have you ever had a garden full of fruits or vegetables only for it to be destroyed by those... those despicable, ugly, hideous and depressing black colored birds from hell!" retorts Angie. See Angie is the sweet kind of girl that does not curse, so most of the times you see her holding back her tongue and thinking of an appropriate word to use. Saying the word ‘hell’ was a big deal for her.
"Hey! Black is a really nice color!" I said indignantly.
"Black is the unity of all colors, it's dark and depressing." Retorted Angie.
"So it's sort of like a depressing rainbow?" Really James, really?* I thought.
"Wait, how can a rainbow be depressing?" This time, really Clark, really?*
"A rainbow can't be depressing which means black is not depressing." I reply.
"That's almost like saying white is a soft and angelical color. Which is very contradicting because, white is not a color, in actuality white is the absence of color." said Angie, looking smug about it.
"Yeah yeah just like darkness is the absence of light and coldness is the absence of heat, we get it Einstein, now can we please go back to the bir-"
"AHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Kevin, throwing the apple far away from him. And I mean far, it reached the other end of the cafeteria. We all looked at him with wide eyes wondering why the fudge was he screaming. But it only took one look at the half eaten worm along pieces of apple that laid unmoving on the napkin next to Kevin, to figure it all out.
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