The Apple of My Eye

By Sonalei Amador
7th Grade, Riverside County
Grace Academy - Jonna Stiff, Teacher

Once upon a time, on the small planet of Treead, in the land of Fugitopia, there lived the magical and enchanting talking apples. A glorious place it was, with billions of trees and all the different kinds of apples you could ever imagine. They also had a queen by the name of Queen Elizabeth (and no, silly, I do not mean the queen of England). Queen Elizabeth had complete dominion over the apple people and gave evil punishments when someone made the slightest mistake. For example, one time when the queen's crown was not polished to her liking, she threw it on the marble kingdom floor, BANG!

"What is THIS? This crown is not clean! Look at these spots!" the Queen thundered just like a bear when it is ready to attack.

"Y-y-y-your highness, I-I-I-I'm very sorry," stammered the meek crown cleaner as his knees shook below him.

"Off with his stem!" ordered the queen. Without a seconds delay, her people came bolting in and took the poor cleaner away for the de-stemming.

Now don't worry, this didn't physically hurt the apple but it did take away its pride. All apples take pride in their stem, and everyone who didn't have a stem was looked down upon.

Queen Elizabeth was extremely cruel, indeed! However, there was a time in her life when she was kind. Yes, this time, long forgotten, was when her handsome husband was still alive. He was the shiniest apple in all the land and had the most stunning stem any apple had ever seen. It was a time of ball room dancing and laughing throughout the entire kingdom. In fact, when the King and Queen would dance, he would lift her off the ground and twirl her around the room. But, this time was over now. Ever since her husband over ripened, the queen had just been a mess. He was the apple of her eye, and ever since he'd been gone she could claw you alive in a blink of an eye.

Well, anyway, because of the ghastly thing she did to that poor, innocent crown cleaner, the Big Apple reporters decided enough was enough. They put this news on the front page of An Apple a Day newspaper.

One family that read this disturbing article was outstandingly astonished.

"How could anyone do something like this? Why they oughta make a pie out of her!" angrily remarked Mrs. Smith. Now, you must understand that Mrs. Smith was one of the sweetest apples in all the land, but as you can see sometimes she could be a bit sour. Mrs. Smith lived with her charming husband, her two wonderful children, and her lovely mother.

"Well, deary, I think maybe we should move away," said Granny Smith to her daughter. This probably wasn't a bad idea, for Granny Smith was the wisest apple in Fugitopia. "Maybe we should move to Tree Tops."

"Moving to Tree Tops is just out of the question!" exclaimed Mrs. Smith. "We have lived here for so long and I just couldn't imagine growing ripe on a different tree." So, that was that. The Smith family decided to stay.

As time went on, Queen Elizabeth became even crueler, and her punishments became even more severe. Even the leaves couldn't stand her anymore! Queen Elizabeth was banishing apples from the tree left and right. She had gone bananas! The poor apples didn't have a chance, and were soon going to be made into apple sauce. This course could go on no longer.

Then, just when things felt like they were never going to change, sure enough they did. Out of nowhere, a shiny ruby red apple appeared. His name was Macintosh. The first time Queen Elizabeth ever laid eyes on him, she was smitten. They ended up becoming fast friends, and Queen Elizabeth became sweeter by the day. As their friendship grew, so did their love. It grew and grew as did the tree. She loved Macintosh all the way to his core. The queen was finally happy and as her love grew for Macintosh, so it also grew for all the apples in the tree and they all lived happily ever after.