We are like apples. We wait to
be picked by a special person
and that special person
decides that you are the
ripest, most vibrant of all the
apples on that tree. But some
people cannot reach the
branches of the tree, so
they pick up the best looking
one on the ground. That
apple may be bruised, filled
with bugs, or punctured.
There are more apples
on the ground than there
are still in the tree. Will
they decide to just pick the
apple that is on the ground
in front of them, or will you
take time to find their apple?

ѕтαтυѕ: ɴoт αccepтιɴɢ
.Aρρℓɛƨ. There are many types, as you already know, Granny Smith, Golden Delicious, McIntosh, Autumn Gold, Pink Lady. But besides the obvious, there are many differences in apples themselves, like how many seeds there are, what how ripe it is, if it's fresh, how many bug's eyes were eyeing it, hungrily. Some may not tell and some may not care.
Welcome to the rural state of Michigan. Living on the coast of Lake Michigan, there are Apple Orchards everywhere. During the day you go pick some apples, maybe meet some new friends and old friends and perhaps, someone better than a friend. You have a feeling that this summer will be the better of all the others. The world cannot be perfect, though. There has to be some controversy for the world to go round. You change during the course of summer break, friendships will shatter, friendships will be built, parents will become stricter. After all, you are only a teenager.
It's time for a job, you are officially able to work. Time to stop throwing your parents' money around and throw yours for a change. Get a grip on yourself, and stop partying! Although all that's on a teenager's mind is partying, sleeping and dating, you now have to add one more thing; working. Some people hate their job, others love it! It's your decision, get a job that can support you that sucks, or a fun job that barely pays. All that brings you to the final question: What apple are you?









































































