Lyra(Mia’s)POV
Well, that wasn't unexpected. But surprising nonetheless.
At least Laura wasn't a total failure, she had managed to yank the paper right in the middle of the bin with the old company of shred fabric pieces, other unwanted design and the remains of an apple that had just been chewed on.
I looked between her and the dustbin that was a couple of metres away from where she sat.
“Move away already! Why are you holding up the line?” Someone behind me groaned in protest. I didn't get to see the protester but I was hurt by his words nonetheless.
My face hung in shame as I turned around.
“You better not come back here unless you have a better design.”
“Keep walking,” I whispered to myself. If I turned my back for more than a second, my fist was surely going to end up in h
