Brynna Connolly, Grade 11
Mercy High School
2017 Ambassador

Worry clouds my face as I bite into my first ever persimmon, and disgust quickly replaces it. The urge to spit is being held back only by the host of angels that guide me. The remaining juice in my mouth makes me feel as if I’ve just eaten chalk as it dries out my mouth. So, I find solace in a more familiar flavor. The dust of a kettle chip graces my fingers. I shove it into my mouth, ignoring the mild discomfort on my lips as it scratches at my skin. Salt invades my senses and all is right in the world again. Now, I know for sure that I will never attempt another bite of the monstrosity of a persimmon, and stick to blander colors. Salt shall forever reign over sweet