So, for my Language Arts class i needed to write a short story about a brave fruit/vegetable that changes their destiny (i have no clue why this was necessary). And umm......I may have...... turned Taemin into a banana.....What have i done.....

                In the middle of the Pacific Ocean, near the Equator, lies an unnamed island filled to the brim with banana trees. This island was first discovered by a worker from Sandara Banana Company. When Mr. Park, the owner of Sandara Banana, found out about this island, he immediately ordered that he wanted it to be his. Three years passed and Sandara Banana became the most well known banana company in the world.

                Taemin awoke from his sleep to the bright sun shining on Sandara Island. He looked up from his cozy bed of leaves on the ground to the top of the trees, where big bunches of bananas grew.

                Tae saw the bunches of bananas interact with each other plenty of times. Baby bananas would scream from the middle of the huddle and their parents would shush them. Aunts and uncles called greetings to other families and grandparents would talk to the children fondly.

                Of course, Tae had never been in one of these families and so he would never truly understand them. He had been lying on the ground at the base of one of the trees for as long as he could possibly remember.

                He had talked to some bananas on the outside of a bunch hanging from the tree next to his. They were two boys named Key and Jjong, who were actually not much older than himself. Nevertheless, they treated him as if he was their son. One time he had asked them why he was on the ground instead of on a tree like everyone else.

                “Oh, Minnie, I knew you would ask that sooner or later.” Key said. “It’s a pretty sad story. Would you like to hear it?” Tae hesitantly nodded and Key cleared his throat to continue.

                “It was about two years ago, when you were so tiny you could hardly even be called a banana. Some interns from Sandara Banana decided to take one of the cargo ships on a little joyride to the island. They came around like madmen, jumping and screaming. They plucked your family off the tree and yelled excitedly. But they said you were no good, not ripe enough. So they threw you on the ground and left. Personally I think they had something wrong with them in their heads.”

                “Key, what did I tell you about insulting Sandara workers?” Jjong butted in.

                “But they threw Taeminnie on the ground! I’m allowed to hate them!” Key exclaimed.

                “You’ll never get picked with that attitude.” Jjong mumbled. Key sent him a glare, which he remained completely oblivious to.

                “What happens when you get picked?” Tae asked.

                “They bring you to the factory where one of two things will happen. Either you’ll be washed and sent to a store to be sold or you will be made into a product.” Jjong explained.

                “Like banana milk, banana pudding, banana pie, or a banana smoothie.” Key supplied.

                “Doesn’t that hurt?” Tae asked.

                “Nah, my mom always told me it’ll just tickle a little.” Jjong said.

                “Then I want to be made into banana milk!”

                And now, finally, it was picking season. Tae watched eagerly as at least a dozen ships appeared at the shore. A bunch of workers unloaded wooden crates and made their way over to the many banana trees.

                The bananas were picked by the bunches, family members calling goodbye to other families. Finally a worker stopped by Tae’s tree and set his crate down.

                “Hey,” the worker called to someone else, “There’s a banana on the ground over here.” The other worker came over and stared straight at Tae.

                “No good,” he said simply. “No one wants a banana that’s been on the ground.”

                “That makes no sense at all, Onew. And besides, it’s a perfectly fine banana.” The worker said.

                Tae looked down at himself. His yellow covering wasn’t nearly as bright and vibrant as it could be, even he would admit that. It was speckled with brown flecks of dirt.

                “Minho, I know what I’m doing.” Onew said. “No one wants a dirty banana—that’s just the way it is. Don’t bother with it.” With that, Onew left.

                “That’s just stupid.” Minho muttered. “The peel of the banana doesn’t matter; they’ll all get washed at the factory anyway.” He made a decision and placed Tae in the crate before picking the bunch of bananas on the tree next to his.

                “He’s letting you go to the factory! That’s great!” Key exclaimed.

                The boxes were sealed and loaded onto the ships by the shore. After a few minutes the vessels lurched into motion.

                “Ughh, I hate boats.” Jjong moaned. A few other fruits mumbled in agreement.

                When the boxes were opened nearly two hours later, they were in a huge factory. It was loud and machines and conveyer belts were whirring. There was a strange language on the wall in huge symbols that read 산다라 바나나 (Sandara Banana).

                “Banana bread is over there, milk that way, pudding that way, and pie that way. That’s where we’re headed; the pie section!” Key explained, pointing out different parts of the factory.

                “But…..I wanted to be banana milk.” Tae whimpered.

                “Oh, I’m sorry Minnie, but we don’t get to choose.”

                “I want to be banana milk.”

                “Well, maybe we can sneak you into the milk section.” Jjong said.

                “Jjong that’s crazy!” Key exclaimed. “He could get hurt; he could be caught; he could--”

                “Key, I’ll be fine. I want to.” Tae said.

                “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do.” Jjong said as Key let out a sigh of defeat. “When we get to the wash station, jump out of the box and jump into the one labeled ‘milk’. Got it?”

                “Okay.” Tae nodded.

                Soon they were unloaded onto a large conveyer belt. The belt moved them towards a large tub of water. They were emerged in the liquid and pulled out onto a counter.

                “Okay, Tae. The milk box is that one, over there.” Jjong said, pointing. “You have about thirty seconds before the workers take away the boxes.”

                “I need to go then.” Tae looked from the box back to his friends. “I’m sorry.”

                “Bye, Kiddo.” Jjong said.

                “It’s okay.” Key spoke for the first time since tae decided to leave. “As long as you’re happy, it’s okay.”

                “Thank you.”

                “Now go or you’ll miss your chance.”

                Tae smiled at them and took off towards the box of bananas that would be made into banana milk. He hardly made it and jumped into the container only seconds before the worker came to retrieve it.

                The air smelled of pies baking in the oven. His peel was no longer dirty and gritty—instead it shone bright yellow. Tae smiled. He was going to be made into banana milk.

                He was happy.

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Yeah i dont know..... i feel embarrassed to turn this in omg someone stop me from EVER doing anything like this again please.