In surprise, Chad let the bitten apple fall to the floor. It hit the ground with a thud and it rolled away a little. He took a step back. In front of him was someone he thought had been gone of his life forever.
"Remember me?" smiled his supposed admirer.
Supposed admirer because he could not want anything good from Chad. This was Mark, the somewhat geeky boy that cChad had loved bullying a few years ago. He had acquired Mark's number through a girl he'd ask to seduce him and then he and his friends had harassed and bullied poor Mark until he'd been forced to leave school. The bullies had convinced the principal that Mark had to leave the school, not them. Later, they'd congratulated themselves on the adults being so stupid and gullible. They'd all swallowed their story. Emboldened by their victory, Chad and his friends had become even bigger jerks. So Chad was afraid of what Mark was about to do. Did he have a weapon hidden under his clothes? Or maybe... Oh, no.
"Is... Is the apple poisoned?" he asked in terror.
"No," smiled Mark. "Well, not in the way you think. It's no wishing apple, but it's magical all the same. Soon, you'll feel the changes coming upon you."
Chad started to laugh at Mark's stupidity. A magical apple? As if! But after a minute, he noticed with horror that he started shrinking and his body changing...