Mineta X Trash Can Mga Nobela at Kwento

I squirmed. "Ok, Let's take her and throw her into the trash bin. The truck drivers that clear the bin will take it to be trash that came out of the decorations being made in the palace. Am pretty sure they will crush all dirt when it's disposed of and like that Alana will be a history," my wolf smirked.

He ran to the trash can, only to find that it was already empty. He summoned the house cleaners again. “A diary? I think I saw one when I was taking out the trash. It should be at the waste transfer station. But considering the time, the garbage truck probably left with it already…” Zach immediately ran to the residential area’s waste transfer station. He saw that the workers there were about to throw all of the trash into the garbage truck. “One second, Sir. I threw away something important by accident.” Before they could react, Zach had already unloaded all of the trash on the ground.

"It's not like they have wings. I refuse to believe three grown people can slip away from under my nose just like that. They must still be nearby. Search carefully." "Yes, boss!" Henry's eyes widened inside the stuffy and foul-smelling trash can. He heard Stan's footsteps approaching. Stan even tapped on the lid of the trash can. "Hey, don't forget to clear the garbage at the gate tomorrow. The garbage truck only comes once a day in this remote town."

I said with a not-cold attitude. "Okay! Thank you very much!" Kaylin said. The landfill is located on the east side, about four kilometers from here. Every day, there will be a garbage truck from the dump to the base to garbage collection the trash and then back to the landfill at four in the morning. It's past five in the morning, and the garbage truck has long since left, so Kaylin said I had to walk there myself. I regret my previous words. I wish I could turn back time and wouldn't be responsible for lost tools.

At the dump station in the outskirts of Saigen City. Once the driver stopped the car, Gwen dashed out of the car and headed straight into the dump station, swiftly followed by Yannie and Luna, who paid the driver the taxi fare before disembarking. When Luna got out of the taxi, she was stunned to see the mountains of rubbish in front of her. For a moment, she did not know what to say. 'Oh my god! How are we going to look for that tiny metal plate in these heaps of rubbish? It's as hard as looking for a needle in the ocean!'

Everyone just stood there with their phones recording as I went closer to the trashcan, I removed the cover of the trashcan and damned her whole head in it then covered it. Dusting my hands, I turned around and everyone was staring at me with their jaws open. "Listen up ladies and gentlemen, I'm Melissa Luo the new queen of oaktree high and nobody I mean nobody should mess with me or else this---" I pointed at the trashcan, "will be done to you! Now you are all dismissed!" To my surprise, everyone put down their phones and went about eating their lunches and conversing while Minty's friends helped her out of the trashcan.

After a minute or two he moved on, heading for the source of the smell and found what could only be a midden. Food scraps, old bones, bits of rag and ashes from a fire had been systematically dumped here over what Vanadine guessed must have been decades. Yet there did not seem to be any signs of who was using this dump despite some of the waste being quite fresh. Vanadine looked about, eventually finding a trail through the rocks, the dust having been moved aside by the passage of feet.

"Why would I care whether or not he's embarrassed? You guys are the ones who rejected my donation, so I won't do anything. I can use this money to buy something nice for the stray dogs outside the campus gates." The stray dogs would at least wag their tails to please me, but all Jonathan did was spend my money while hurting me. What else was he capable of? He had good results and a handsome face. He'd come from a poverty-stricken countryside and had been selected to speak on stage as the freshman representative.

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

I questioned the housekeeping guy. "Yes, tell me what happened." He puzzledly turned to face me. "Where you dump all of the trash from my trash can." "Sir, we gather the trash from each office and place it in a sizable bin that is located in the basement." "Okay, thank you." I followed his guidance and headed for the basement area. "Sir, it's now 4.30, so I doubt you've got that container there; perhaps they transported it to the dump yard." "Where is that dumpyard located?" I stopped in my tracks after hearing him out.