Toffee Apple Girl
by Robyn Scott, age 15, from Scotland
You peek out at the world.
A world which is never the same to everybody. It is the same to
You are red amongst a tree of green.
You are ... different.
Toffee apples are sweet : their exteriors burned and sticky. Inside
you can find something quite different. An apple, pleasant and crisp,
even reassuring. The apple is modest by comparison to its more flamboyant
Perhaps you are wondering where this metaphor is leading, patience
is something we all have to learn eventually.
She was the perfect definition of our toffee apple, she tried to
be wild and exciting, but inside ( the part nobody really bothered
with ) she was just an apple. This girl had an unfortunate accident,
such a shame.
The toffee apple broke, so did the apple. However, she did not crack
or suddenly fall off the table. Someone took a bite.
Let me introduce our main character, Freya, a girl with problems
For God's sake , hurry up.
Freya stood, tapping her foot on the part of the pavement which
just looked like it got that a lot. It had been Sarah's idea in
the first place, now Freya was having these strange feelings in
her stomach, which were probably regret.
What if we get caught, what if -
"Frey! Come on or we'll be late." Sarah smelt bad : her
skin saturated by perfume and cigarettes, clinging to her and anything
stupid enough to come within two miles. Sarah was nice enough.
"Have you got the stuff then ?" Freya nodded ; three cans
of meticulously chosen paint. " Right then , lets go."
A certain somebody, let us leave them nameless, watched the two
girls from the safety of their vehicle. What were they doing ? Surely
everybody knew it wasn't safe at night. Not at all safe.
The car pulled away, the onlooker seemed to have gone.
Freya was having difficulty with the paint. The inky spray did not
" stay fast and last" as proclaimed on the label , but
dribbled down the wall as if on purpose. Sarah wasn't having much
luck either - " Where did you get this stuff? It's bloody-wait
a minute, what was that?"
Footsteps could be heard some distance away. Clip - clop , clip-
clop . Then silence.
"Quick, Sarah, over here." The two girls huddled behind
the school bins. The black night enveloped them, even the stars
did not shine, and their hearts went five times faster. For the
first time Freya did not mind being so close to Sarah's pungent
scent , it was a time of bonding, sharing an adventure together.
They waited for several long minutes.
" I'm going to have a look , stay here." Then there was