Storytime:

I was bored in the apartment and since I hadn't gone for even a short walk these days, I got the idea of going for a short walk. I used the elevator to get down to the entrance of the building and opened the door to get out. I started walking, in the same streets as usual. I again passed by a bunch of trash cans and saw some thrown books on the ground right out of the trash cans. I walked closer to them and saw that there weren't only thrown books but notebooks too. So as it was natural of me to do, I picked some of them up. At least, whatever I could pick up and take with me. Actually, I got nine empty notebooks, a filled notebook by mistake *facepalm* and three or four school books to use as maquettes in the future maybe. As for the notebooks, at least I won't need to spend money to get new ones when it comes to have notebooks just for drawing and stuff. No, nobody wanted to keep them so I kept them for myself obviously. Anyway, when I picked whatever I could pick up, I left as rushed as I could because there was an old man walking towards the spot I was at and I just acted as if nothing happened because I thought he would treat me strangely. I hope he didn't see me picking up whatever book I could pick but at least I hope I left him understand that I tried to fix my bag's zipper. Let's hope so. Plus, when I left and started walking as rush as I could, I saw him being closer to the same spot I was, so I guess he must have picked the rest of the books to throw them or take them to give to someone or recycle them or something like that (yeah I know, the most logical theory is that he must have thrown them) and so I tried to relax and continue my short walk. I took a different street to walk on and reached out to my apartment building. When I walked closer to the door to get off my keys and open it, I saw a boy in the corner of the street my apartment building was at and I thought I would get in trouble for picking up thrown books but thankfully that didn't happen yet again, I rushed to unlock the door and went in the entrance of the apartment building. I saw then the boy passing by the apartment building I live in but he didn't do anything bad, just he passed by. Which means, my metaphysical concerns were wrong. Thankfully. So, I took the elevator again to reach up to the floor I live in and got in my apartment building. When I got to my room, I took the books and notebooks off my backpack and took a small towel and put some antiseptic on to clean the books and notebooks of any germs and be clean. Like I said, I'm gonna keep the notebooks (hehehe), I'm gonna throw the one which was filled already and took by mistake so anyway, and if I don't need the specific school books I picked up for maquettes or something, I will recycle them. That's my strange story. Thank you for reading. What do you think?