I was eleven.
In sixth grade, I was shining and as happy as I could be.
I didn't think much of the situation, and it all seemed harmless.
And he was nice, right?
Wrong.
(end of the prologue)
When I was in sixth grade, we had this janitor, but they didn't let us call them "janitors" We had to call them custodians. That's beside the point, though. There was this one specific custodian. His name was Bill. He seemed to be around the age of 50, maybe 60. He's still working at my school, years after the incident.
The incident could have put him in jail.
This is the story.
YOU ARE READING
"What seems to be the issue?"
Short StorySchool sucks, we all know that for sure. whether you're a graduate or still in school, you've probably experienced being made uncomfortable by a student, but what about a staff member? (this is a reenactment of my story) when I was in sixth grade...
