Apples. Not what most people, including Clara, thought of when thinking about Astronomy. Nevertheless, Clara dug her eyes into the red object, staring at it to glean any hidden meaning from it. The professor had asked about the apples, inquiring some truths about apples. Clara paused for a moment, seeing about a dozen other raised hands in the air. A few other students had already chimed in, so she politely stuck her hand up in the air and waited for her turn.
When the focus was finally on her, Clara sunk a little lower in her seat as all eyes went straight to her face. This was not the kind of attention she really enjoyed. Nevertheless, she tried to not speak shakily as she replied, "Apples are a fruit. People eat this fruit. There are many kinds of apples. This one is red, but not all of them are. Apples look different and they taste different and sometimes they even feel different. Some are easy to find, ubiquitous to say the least. Some are more difficult to find, and are only known to reside in certain regions. But at the core, they are all apples. And they serve a purpose in this world."
That...was not really what she was expecting to say, but it's not like she had weeks to plan a speech or anything.
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