Chris could hardly believe his own eyes.
Does Maureen have any idea how long he spent choosing this?!
His anger made his head buzz, and he instinctively went forward to retrieve the packaging box.
The dew was heavy in the morning and the bottom of the trash can was full of dirty water.
As soon as the box was lifted out, it was dripping with black water, a few drops splashing onto Chris's trousers.
A number of girls, arm in arm, came down from upstairs.
They cast strange glances at him as they passed by, visibly diverting their paths.
The two boys who had come over with Chris scratched their heads, a bit embarrassed.
They went over and gave him a pat on the shoulder,
"What's going on? It was thrown away without even opening it.
Did the dormitory aunt not deliver it to your sister?"
Chris stared at the kraft paper at the bottom of the box which was already damp from the dirt in the trash can.
