Tangy's POV
"TANGY! Wake up, now! It's time for school!"
Oooooh nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
I don't want to go to school. I get made fun of a lot. You know why? Because I'm smaller than the rest. Just because I am not the size of all of them, I get made fun of. It's not my fault I was born like this.
I sighed "Okay, Mom.''
I rolled out of bed, put my hat on, grabbed my bag, and rolled out the door.
"Have fun at school, Tangy!" My mom yelled to me.
"Sure, mother."
I had made it to school, and made it through first and second period. Now, I had lunch.
"Yo, TANGY! ROLL YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!" I heard someone scream my name.
Great.
It was Citrus. The biggest orange in the school. What did he want to do with a tiny tangerine like me? Oh yeah, he wanted to bully me.
"What do you want, Citrus?"
"I wanna kick your butt."
I inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet aroma of all the oranges around me. I was the only tangerine in the whole school, and it kind of sucked.
Goodbye, sweet aroma, goodbye mom and dad. I love you.
I thought to myself one last time, just incase he kicked me so hard that it squashed me, and just left me as a big puddle of oran- I mean, tangerine juice.
"TANGY!" Citrus screamed.
"I'm coming.. I'm coming." I said quietly. I rolled over to where Citrus and his gang were standing.
"Yooooo I'm gonna kick the peel off of you!" he said, which made his gang laugh.
"Just.. make it quick." I said, looking down.
One punch.
Two punches.
One kick.
Another punch.
Two kicks.
....
............
.........................
I awaited the next hit, but nothing came.
"NO, PUT ME DOWN!! PLEASE, PUT ME DOWN! I'M SORRY!"
I opened my eyes, and looked in the direction of the screaming. It was Citrus... he was picked up by a HUMAN!! OH MY GOSH!! A HUMAN!! I BETTER ROLL OUT OF HERE, THOSE THINGS ARE DEADLY!! I'VE HEARD THE RUMOURS OF WHAT THEY DO TO FRUITS LIKE ME! AHHHHH!
Citrus' POV
I was in the middle of beating up Tangy, when all of a sudden I felt a strong hand wrap around my peel.
I looked up, to see I was being PICKED UP BY A HUMAN!!
"PLEASE FELLOW HUMAN, PUT ME DOWN!"
I screamed, because I know what happens to fruit like me when I get spotted by a human.
Where am I anyway?? One minute I was on the school field, now I'm in some ... room, in a house. No.. No! NO! WHAT'S THAT THING!! IS THAT A BLENDER!? NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
PLEASE NO!
NOT THE BLENDER!
I DON'T WANT TO BE CRUSHED!
I DON'T WANT TO HAVE MY DELICIOUS, SWEET, ORANGE JUICE DRAINED FROM MY BODY AND HAVE SOME HUMAN DRINK IT FROM A CUP!
NO!!! NOT THE KNIFE!
PLEASE
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
DON'T PEEL OFF MY PEEL!! I'VE GOTTEN A PAPER CUT ON MY PEEL, AND EVEN THAT HURT!! HOW MUCH WOULD HAVING MY PEEL CUT OFF BE? THAT MUST HURT LIKE GETTING A THOU-
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!
I LOOKED DOWN AT MY BODY TO SEE MY PEEL CUT OFF, MY LAYER OF ORANGE FLESH SHOWING.
I'M MOVING TOWARDS THE BLENDER.. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!
THIS MUST BE THAT WORD THEY SAY... OH.. WHAT'S THAT WORD...
K--....KA...KARMA!! NO!
NOT KARMA!
THEY ALWAYS SAID KARMA WOULD COME TO BITE ME IN THE BUTT! NOW I'M DYING!!
NOOOOO!!
NOOOOOOOOOO
NOOO---
*Splish, splash, vvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, splatter, vroroommmmvrroooooommmmmmmmmmmm*
*pouring sounds*
*gulp gulp gulp*
"ahhh... yummy orange juice."
