The lonley Apple

I'm an apple. I'm nice and red and ready to be eaten but nobody wants me. I hate being the last one in the basket. They all just go for my the other ones next to me. I'm the biggest one out of them all and they don't want me. It just really bothers me that I'm the last one here and nobody wants me. How would you feel if you were a bright, red, shiny, apple ready to eat and nobody wants you. If I was you, I would eat that apple in a heart beat because it looks so good. It just makes me want to roll off the edge of the table and see what happens then. I have a good idea on what's  going to happen. They are probably going to just through me in that bin looking things they call the trash can. Even though its not always a can. It's usually plastic. At least mine it. Somebody just pick me up and eat me or slice me up and serve me to your little kids. Just somebody eat me already.

2 weeks later…

I'm feeling a little rotten over here. Oh no, what is that noise? Yes, thank you somebody's going to eat me not. They are going to take me over to the sink and rinse me off and et me. Why is he opening that door? NOOOOOOOOO. He is throwing me away in that plastic bin they call "The trash can." They close the door. It's dark in here. Great, now I'm here to sit and die slowly. How would you feel if I threw you in this dark place? Of course I'm on top of all the other dead things in here. He opens the door back up and they take out the bag in the bin. They take out the bag and tie it up. OMG where are they taking me? And, they put me on the street. This other guy takes me and puts me in this bigger bin. They take me to this other big, huge, space full of other garbage. I'm left here to die. I see all my other siblings just like me and now they look asleep. I wonder whyyyy. He "fell asleep."