TITLE: Apple Boxes
GENRE: MG Contemporary Fiction
“Hey Ace, are you in here?” I heard my dad holler through the garage door, “I need you to come out here and give me a hand.” Ugh, I thought, what now. I put a bookmark between the pages of my book and tossed it aside, slipped on some sandals, and headed out front.
Dad’s truck was parked in the driveway, the back full of empty apple boxes. I stopped in my tracks and sighed. Oh man, here we go again.
“Dad, does this mean what I think it means?”
“Do you think it means we’re moving?” he replied with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.
“Well, I admit it’s the first thing that came to mind.”
“Then yes, oh Observant One, you are correct.”
Apple boxes. It’s always apple boxes. Occasionally a banana box finds its way home, but mostly apple. They are the perfect size, he says. And they usually have cut out handles – makes them easier to carry. He also works at a grocery store, which makes them easy to come by.
“Already?” I asked, “We haven’t even been here six months.”
“The owner put this house on the market,” my dad replied as he dropped the tailgate of the truck. “I’m not going to sit around here and wait for them to kick us out. Mom and I found another place not too far from here and we can move in right now. Might as well get it over with.”
I sighed and grabbed a couple of boxes.