Today, Mr. Howler brought in his orange tree. I'm not sure what kind of oranges they were, but they were small. Of course, he had to put the tree in the back of the class near me. I was still a little hungry after eating lunch and the oranges smelled so good, I decided to try one.
I stealthily picked what I thought was a ripe one that hung from a branch closest to me. It came off with ease. I was surprised because it pulled out the top part of the skin so it was easier to peel. It smelled really good too, even though it was a small orange. I popped it in my mouth...and then ran straight to the bathroom.
I could hear the other kids laughing as I ran out of the door and spit the orange into the trash. It was more sour than a lemon, so sour that it felt like it burned. I rinsed my mouth out with lots of water. Mr. Howler was waiting for me when I came outside. He didn't look mad and he told me that I should ask if I wanted one. I apologized and said I would. He told me I could have an orange when it was ripe. That's the last time I trust an indoor orange tree!