Just try to drag the handle of the garbage bin outwards. Thankfully, there's not much trash today, so it isn't likely to fall out.
By the time you walk from the fifth floor to the fourth, the school building is basically empty, only a few classrooms still have their lights on, and the school broadcast is nearing its end.
When we reach the first floor, the streetlights in the school are already on, and in the distance, there's only a bit of faint twilight left, the deep navy blue is pressing down.
Grace Winter is exhausted and drenched in sweat, and can only sit on the stairs to rest.
Hayes Edwards and a few others just returned from the basketball court.
From a distance, they see a small figure trying hard to drag a white plastic garbage bin.
The chubby kid rubs his eyes, thinking he must be seeing things, "Am I hallucinating? Someone's still taking out the trash at this hour? They said there's something... huh!"
