Shengliver’s Note: A little fruit makes a teen’s day.

 

Hungry and thirsty, tired and bored, I was at breaking point. I shot a glance at the clock on the front wall of the classroom. “It is 11.03, time for a break,” I murmured. All of a sudden, guys around me began to stir as if they were being brought back to life. When the bell finally rang at 11.05, I could not wait to rummage around in my backpack for a quick bite. To my dismay there was nothing edible in it. Disappointed, I had to make do with some water. Hunger was here to stay. I was too shy to ask for help. “What should I do?” I wondered.

“Jianglin, you are wanted out in the corridor,” a classmate in the front row yelled.

Feebly I rose to my feet and shuffled out of the room. My best friend, Ellen, was standing right in the corridor waiting. I went up and hugged her tight because we had not met for ages (to be honest, just for three days). I found a little mango in her hand. Showing it to me, Ellen said, “This fruit is from Hainan. It tastes sweet and smells gorgeous. So here it is for you.”

Oh, my God, what a great coincidence! I took the fruit over and gratefully said to Ellen, “It’s so kind of you. How did you come to know, Ellen, that I’m hungry right at this moment? Well, I will not eat it right now. I will keep it for its perfume.” We lost no time in having some chitchat.

When the bell went off for the next class, we said goodbye to each other and headed in opposite directions.

As I put the little fruit close to my nostrils and sniffed at it, a pleasant aroma greeted me. Instantly my bad mood was gone. I came back to my seat, refreshed and energetic.

The little mango helps me realise that life is beautiful and that many friends rally around me all the time. It is a magic fruit.