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The grip I had on the bin bags suddenly loosened, causing both bags to slip out of my fingers and crash onto the ground, breaking me away from a deep thought. A foul odour instantly burst out into the chilly air and up the unfortunate mountain on the centre of my face called a nose. I felt my nostrils dying from the disgusting stench; the smell was a mixture of rotten eggs, old puke and dirty socks, which was odd because these bags were only from the kitchen.

 Whilst trying to hold my breath, I looked down to see that the black bags had torn open due to the fall. My eyes began to tear up as a huge gust of wind blew past, blurring my vision. In a way, I was glad the wind had come as it helped eliminate the smell. But as soon as the air stopped blowing, I was cursed to inhale the unpleasant stink of the trash once again. As fast as I could, I picked up both bags, hoping nothing would fall out of it and hurried over to one of the large silver bins that were lined up by the fence. I sighed with annoyance when I spotted that some of the smaller bin bags were placed outside the silver bins. I mean, was it that hard to put them inside the huge boxes made for trash? I hated bin duty. Especially when there was bin juice pouring out of the bottom of the bags. Did someone like pee in there or something? Gross.

With all the strength I had left, I swiftly swung both arms back, clenching tightly onto the ripped bags and swung them back forward. As soon as both bags were in the air above the silver bins, I let go of them with my eyes closed and prayed for the bags to fall in. If this were to be a disaster, I’d rather not see it. To my luck, I heard a successful crash coming from the inside of the silver bin, which meant I did not have to pick up the fallen pieces of rubbish like the last time I attempted what I called the ‘Bin Swing.’

The sky above me played a soft drumbeat, which slowly rose in a crescendo. Although the blue in the atmosphere was darkening, the clouds were still visible. As if they were an army attacking a battlefield, huge grey clouds emerged into the sky, blackening the city. There was no longer a beautiful darkness of blue in the sky and the twinkling lights of the stars. All my eyes could see when I looked up was black. I stood there for a moment, gazing at the clouds with no thoughts. For a moment, I felt lost in the world and everything seemed empty. But a good type of empty.

Then all of a sudden, a drop of water splat onto my nose making my head jerk downwards, shoulders to go up and eyes to quickly shut tightly. There was going to be a lot of rain tonight. As I relaxed my body, a sigh escaped my mouth, long and loud. Apparently, I’ve been doing a lot of those lately, according to my mum. Titling my head back with my eyes closed again, my arms opened as if it were welcoming the world to a hug. The wind rushed through me, bringing my hair alive, as if it were calling me to dance along with it. I laughed slightly. I wasn’t sure why. But it felt right. Each raindrop that touched my face created a beat and as the rain brought along all of the other drops waiting to fall, the world became an instrument.

“Eva!” A squeaky voice called out to me. I turn my head back to see my little brother standing with his body behind the door and his little head sticking out from the side. His was so tiny, I didn’t even see him until he began to wave his hands frantically in the air. “Eva!” He shouted again. “Mum says to come back in! What’s taking you so long? And why are you standing in the rain, you’re getting wet.”

“I’m coming!” I said and moved my head back forward.

“What?” He shouted again as if he hadn’t heard.

“I said I’m coming!” I told him, rolling my eyes.

“Come now then!”

There were days where my brother and I would laugh and play and joke about and just be like normal brothers and sisters. And then there were days like today where he’d purposely annoy the heck out of me to rise my temper and make me lose the plot. Those days were much more common than the days where we’d actually got along.

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