Where did it go?
Lina stared down at her feet, she could feel her mothers hot glare, almost singeing the hairs on her head. “I’m sorry about your golden apple I…” Lina had hardly managed to finish her sentence or even look at her mother when… “but where did it go!?” she shouted. That was the first time Lina had heard her mother shout since her brother Daniel had thrown his toy truck at the post man.
Lina looked from her mother to her father, ashamed. She had known, been told her whole life not to touch that apple, and now one burst of curiosity had got the better of her.