A Story About a Found Banana

Billy’s POV

I woke up this morning and thought about what a horrible day today was. Today was Tuesday. Tuesday’s are horrible, horrible days. Why, you ask? It’s very simple; my mom packs me oranges on Tuesday. I realize I’m in high school and it seems kind of silly to have your mom pack your lunch for school, but hey, it’s less work for me right? That’s how I see it anyways. Back to the point, I hate oranges. I tell my mom this every Tuesday but she calmly smiles and tells me I’ll “grow to like them some day”. And to top it all off she even peels the orange for me just so when I take it out at lunch I’m a little more encouraged to eat it. Usually, that’s as far as she’ll go to try and make me eat the orange but today she went overboard. In my paper bag she packed me nothing but the stupid orange with a little note from mom telling me she loved me. Yeah, right. So, at lunch, I opened my lunch bag and was highly depressed to find only a disgusting, pre-peeled orange for me in it. Now I’m sure my mom knows that in the past I’ve always given away her orange or thrown it out but I guess she figured with nothing else to eat, I’d eventually have to eat the orange. Of course, on this particular day I had to forget my wallet at home so that meant no buying a substitute lunch either. So, I resolved my problem by taking a secret form of revenge on my mom. I left the paper bag in the hall for it to be trampled and on and where the orange would surely be squished beyond recognition. That would be my revenge. However, as luck would have it, when I walked into my Writer’s Craft class after lunch, Mr. Rama, my teacher was holding the bag up along with the orange and joking about it. I was so embarrassed; luckily, no one knew it was mine because he didn’t read the note inside. I’m going to steal the bag back at the end of period and trample on it myself since no one else would do it for me. People around this place are so unreliable these days.