Cio

I hadn't realisied how hungry I was until Leon mentioned the 'K' word. My stomach was empty... I felt empty... I blinked a few times then yawned. Then I turned that magical corner... Even though I haven't ever seen a military cook house before, but for some reason, I felt like this discripition was perfect. There was large, metal shelves holding such things like bread or flour or can soup. There was a large range and huge hanging pots in the center.
"Huh... What should I have???" I smiled wickedly. I moved things around until I found a apple. It was bright red. It had no brusies or tears in it. I wiped the little dust off of it. It was sweet and juicy, and it ran down my wrist and dripped down my elbow. I groaned and made noises when I ate it, for the plain heck of it. I sat down on a bland picnic table. I felt a bit dizzy from that rapid intake of food. I saw that juice had got all over my gloves. I got a bit mad.
"These dumb gloves cause nothing but trouble and pain!" I ripped them off of my hands and threw them down. I took out my braid and ran my fingers through it. 'Cause that's what I do when I'm stressed and don't know what to belive.