"It was... interesting," I said with a subtle surprised look on my face.
"Whoa. That's a face I've never seen before. Care to explain?"
We walked over to my locker to grab my books. We had English together, which is where we met in the first place.
"You've heard about the new janitor, right?" I asked.
"Oh, I've heard about the janitor, alright," She giggled. "Mr. N? They're saying he's 19 years old."
"19? I thought janitors were supposed to be old." I laughed back.
"It's not nice to make assumptions." Maria wagged her finger at me.
"What happened to the old janitor?"
"Retired. He's worked here for 60 years. How much gum-scraping and toilet cleaning do you think it takes to eventually drive a man insane?" She replied.
"I don't know, 70 years, maybe?"
I quickly collected my stuff as the bell began to ring. School has always been pretty important to me, but only because grades are so important to my dad. He would murder me if I had anything below a B minus.
We made our way as quickly as possible to class, Maria was walking a little quicker than me since my legs were absolutely killing me after all the running I've had to do today.
