A moment later, I find myself wishing that I had hit Victoria back then.
I hurried outside the building and went to the nearest dumpster. My eyes bulge in horror when I spot my portfolio sticking out from a stack of discarded cartons that has just been heaved to a garbage truck. What's worse, said vehicle is now about to leave.
"Wait! Hey! My portfolio!" I shouted at the driver but to no avail.
With that, I just make a sprint for it and rush after the moving truck. Along the way, I stir quite a scene as I keep hollering like an idiot. That's until I notice the papers from my portfolio slowly slipping away from the fastener of the folder. Eventually, a strong gust of wind passes by when the vehicle suddenly turns to a corner, blowing all my drawings away. At that instant, I feel my soul left my body.
Now, there's a confetti of sketches gliding in the air like some kind of a festive display.
"My babies...!" I cried out, thunderstruck.
