Chapter 7. My Sunglasses

Max remarked, "Oh she's gone," as he cast a glance around. Max continued, "When will she stop doing that?" as he threw himself onto his bed, still beaming after receiving his present. He yawned and muttered, "Oh mehn, I am so down."

Around midday, Philip began yelling at Max from next to his bed, "Max! Max wake up!" He yawned as he stretched down on the bed and asked Philip, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Dude, today is Saturday, and we are supposed to be kicking it hard," stated Philip. He wondered why Max at this hour was still in bed. He couldn’t help but hauled Max off the bed.

Max said, "Take it easy, pal," as his butt hit the ground.

Phlip’s eyes were drawn to Max’s gift. “What kind of bag is this?” He picks it up gazing at it with mixed feelings as many thoughts cross his mind. He opened it and exclaimed, mingled with curiosity. “Dude! Where the hell are these gems from?” He threw his eyes on Max, expecting a stern answer.

Max sighed softly. "It's