Rice is Everywhere

I arrived at home after getting off the bus from school. I slowly brought myself to the door and opened it, leaving it open for my brother (always fussing). I walked in and laid my bags on a chair where the base is cushion and the rest is dark wood. I decided it was time to clean my bag, because I had a hunch something was wrong with it.

I unzipped the biggest pocket and started to dump everything on the couch. Out came all my items—shoe bag, lunch boxes, uniform—onto the couch. Before I knew it, rice came out too. It was everywhere, on my uniform, on my lunch boxes and on my shoe bag. As soon as I realized what had just happened I brought all of my belongings to the kitchen.

I started to vacuum very quickly because if my dad saw this, let's just say he would have a fit. I finished vacuuming shortly and went into the kitchen with my backpack. I brought my backpack on top of the counter and started shaking it to get all the rice out. Suddenly I accidentally knocked over my lunch container (that started this whole ruckus in the first place) and out went the rest of the rice, excluding the turkey slice with it. So I threw it away, and that was that. I have moved on now, not that it would've held me back.