John grabbed at his shorts, which were falling down, and looked bewildered as he seemed to see where he was for the first time. "What's going on? How did I get here?" He was a skinny 15 year-old boy now wearing clothes that were way too big. He flushed bright red when he saw Sharon, gripping his clothes tighter. "Who are you?"
Also 15, Sharon was mortified and confused, clutching at shorts that were way too big, and grateful for the blouse that hung on her like a dress. She looked scared. "I'm, uh, Sharon. Where did you come from? Do you know where this place is?" She was a pretty girl, just starting to develop. The last thing she remembered was sitting in her bedroom, watching TV. Was this a dream?
Cinching his belt tight, John shrugged. "I dunno. One second I was riding my bike to the mall, the next thing I know I'm in this farm. Oh, I'm Johnny."
Sharon nodded, still scared. "How did we get here? I mean, if this isn't a dream or something."
"I don't think it's a dream." Johnny looked around. "It all feels pretty real." He looked upa nd grinned. "Wow! Gold apples? He plucked one and tossed it to Sharon. "At least we won't go hungry."
Sharon frowned at the apple in her hand. "I don't know. Do you think they are safe?"
"It looks good." Johnny grinned. "Only one way to find out."