Fumbling The Bag Meaning Novels & Stories

Maybe out of anxiety I didn't realize when I trapped my feet under the wheels of my bag and my steps slipped, causing me to stagger forward till I crashed against a hard surface. “Ouch!” I winced. “You had one job of bringing the bag in, you dummy.” Someone barked, and I flinched.

“Let’s go, girls. Leave her to cry about it.” They sauntered off, their laughter echoing across the court, leaving me alone with the baggie burning a hole in my hand. I stared at it, my breath coming in shallow gasps. It felt like it weighed a ton, like it was pulling me down into a pit I’d never climb out of. I shoved it into my bag, my fingers trembling, and slung the strap over my shoulder.

I managed in a shaky breath, not bothering to grab hold of the handbag sliding down my arm and falling to the floor. “The one you give when you get territorial.”

“This time we're going to do it in one go.” I grab the heavy bag, grit my teeth and lift it with all my might. It slams against the side of the metal container and then falls to the ground. At least it didn't open this time. “I guess, I’ll try a second time.” I say as I grab the leaking bag, bend my knees and lift it with a grunt. It swings over the edge and disappears inside. “Oh, yes,” I say as I do a little victory dance in the back of the cafeteria where no one can see me. It's embarrassing that I celebrate putting a bag of garbage in the dumpster as a victory, but you have to take your victories where you can, right?

The icy chill seeped through the bag, and he flinched, his sharp inhale making me pause. “Hold still,” I said, trying to sound authoritative, though my own awkwardness betrayed me. The angle was terrible, and the corner of the table jabbed into my stomach as I stretched over it, trying to keep the peas steady. After a few moments of fumbling, I gave up and dropped the bag onto the desk with a defeated sigh. “This isn’t working,” he muttered, snatching the bag from the table and pressing it firmly against the bruise himself. “Give me that,” I snapped, yanking the bag out of his hands before he could make things worse. “Let me help.”

when I remember what I saw yesterday, I moaned, oh God I'm going to die. I felt something wiggling under my clothes, I gasped why didn't I feel it before "because you weren't thinking straight" and now you are going to be eaten by whatever is wiggling under my clothes. I tried to tossed what was under my clothes away buy it's not budging. " Have they done something to me while I was asleep." Ahhhh"she shouted, "Is that my...... B b bag" huh, why is my bag clinging to me under my clothes.i thought I dropped it when I was captured.

Halfway to my room, I realized I'd overshot my destination and had to circle back like a bad sitcom extra. "Wait," Alpha Sebastian called behind me. He didn't let go, instead pressed a bag into my hand. "You forgot this. Wasn't cheap. Don't lose it again." Oh no. The damn COST word again. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. I took the bag, not trusting myself to look up, and half-jogged to my room. Inside, I let gravity have its way: the bag plummeted from my arms and I drifted through the living room like a sleepwalking zombie, doing laps around the coffee table.

I can clearly say that I am giving trouble to everybody today—which is new. I walk up the stairs through the center aisle to take the vacant seat while both of my shoulders are down as if I am carrying a heavy baggage behind my back. I gave my friends a meaningful look but the guys just wink and laugh at me while pointing the Professor in front. I then annoyingly sway my bag that I am holding then what happened next shock everyone out again. “Oh, damn it!”

I’m sure he dislocated his pride. The flustered young man jumps up, dusts off his trousers, and then playfully punches his friend on the shoulder, trying to hide the slight dent in his overbearing ego. “Punk!” He gets hammered with the square lady’s handbag, and shielding his head with his arms, the duo makes a gawky attempt to escape. They get sucked into the meandering crowd of chaotic travelers, chunky lady in hot pursuit, leaving me straight in the viewpoint of her scanty boyfriend.

After he said that he left me to do my thing after packing all my papers in a brief case I walked out of the court room. My phone started to ring in my hand bag and I frowned, I opened my handbag and started to search through it while trying to make NY way through the crowd. I frowned in confusion when I couldn't find it, it stopped ringing for a second then started again and I almost lost it. Being hot tempered isn't a good thing trust me on that. I continued to search this time round I didn't look at the way in front of me before I bumped into someone and everything I was carrying fell to the floor, if I didn't know how to control my tongue I was about to curse out loud.