Last day of class, last final done; Amy thought to herself as she strolled to her car. It was late in the day and the parking lot was nearly empty. Hers would be the last set of college finals given that fall semester and she would be off for the next month.
The weather was a bitter 40 degrees, cold but not cold enough for snow; a light mist began to pelt Amy as she hurried to her car grasping at her coat all the way.
Amy rounded another corner and was finally in sight of her car but just as she smiled in relief, a look of confusion mixed with curiosity crossed her face. She could see something had been set on the trunk of her white Toyota Corolla, a large cardboard box that was now soaking up the rain that fell onto it.
Just a piece of trash, Amy said to herself and shook her head; some people can be very rude. She unlocked the