"Um, is that mine?" I ask uncertainly while staring down at the package.
"Yeah, sure open it up," Josh says, Philip stands beside him with a reassuring nod.
"Well." I trial off still fixing the package. I can't remember the last time I received a gift, maybe when I was five or six. I even got to write a letter to Santa but that was to tell him a huge made-up story on how I was a bad boy and how I deserved death.
"Come on. Don't doze off now, open! Open!" Josh urges while faking enthusiasm.
I slowly reap the package open neatly with sweat breaking on my forehead. I have no idea why I'm so nervous about these packages.
I can see the clean black surface of a gadget, when I have reaped it fully open it reveals a laptop, clean and neat, I move to the second package which looks smaller
