We were on the front courtyard of the school and cleaning up after some large event. There were some severely damaged and old Pokemon figures that we were planning to decide as a group which ones to keep. However the voting never happened and so we decided to make the decision ourselves. There were months old drinks tucked away in a cupboard that seemed to resemble milk tea bought in a store. My uncle said it was his and my brother glared at him. Four large plastic bins were laid out to sort the trash that we were throwing away. The floor was mostly wet but quickly dried up with the sun baking the ground. I didn’t really like stepping into the dirty water and felt the need to rinse my feet immediately.