The sun rose once again on the Green Shadow Academy's garbage. The storm had subsided, and the ten-man crew was beginning to carry the new wastes. When they dropped down the huge wagon with a loud noise, they jumped down with it.
"When will this ordeal end?"
"It will never end!"
"If you want, you can let your father know, and they will send you the money they spared to buy a piece of bread."
As the laughter rolled down the cliff like rubbish, the young person asking the question sighed deeply.
"Aren't we fighters too? Why are we running errands while others are training?"
"Because you are poor!"
The answer came at the speed of light as if he was holding it on the tip of his tongue and just waiting for this moment.
"Just be grateful. What if you were in Edgan's situation?"
"Don't ever say that! I'd rather carry trash for a lifetime than being in his place!"
