She brings my old clothes

After about twenty minutes, just before the bell rang and the corridor would be flooded with people, I heard a familiar voice.

"Whoa, looks like a full moon!"

I turned to see my sister, carrying a plastic bag. "You weren't kidding!"

"Did you think I was?" I replied, "Give me the bag, quick!"

She handed it over and I looked inside. The first thing I pulled out was a pair of briefs, bright blue with a Power Rangers logo.

"These are old, where did you even find them?"

"I got them all out of the box in your room."

"The... Please tell me it wasn't the carboard box by the door?"

"That's it."

"Megan! That's the old clothes I'm getting rid of, that haven't fitted in years!"

I pulled more things out. A white polo shirt size 10-11 years, a pair of threadbare grey school shorts size 9-10.

"Shorts! Not even trousers?"

"It's a warm day."

"I can't wear this stuff!"

"I don't think you have much choice, the bell rings in two minutes."

She was right, I didn't seem to have a choice.