Starco : It All Started With A Shoe [COMPLETED]

TVD|Don't Mess With The Janitress

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D O N 'T M E S S W I T H T H E J A N I T R E S S

The rest of the week had been perfectly fine and normal like how it used to be. It was me and my books again, reading always took up a lot of my time and power but it was something I had passionately become fond off as I drive myself away from the people that would disrupt my goal.

It was recess and I expected to find my peanut butter and jelly, an apple and my beverage, waiting for me to pick them up and swallow them up.

Sadly, that wasn't the case. Apparently, my mother had forgotten to pack me the usual snack I had been eating with since second grade. It was very  unlikely of her to forget packing me some, probably her tactics on making me compelled to buy at the cafeteria--which I abhored going, but she won a point for this round.

She is very clever I might say. And so I found myself standing up from the comforts of my seat and headed myself towards the boisterous cafeteria.

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I was in for a suprise when I grasp open the door for the cafeteria. My eyes quickly found itself staring back at the familiar petite woman working herself off by sweeping the dirty floors with such ferocious actions. Her face painted anger as her eyebrows crossed each other's paths, her mouth gritted as she gripped on the handle with so much force that her knuckles had apparently turned almost pale white.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't amused at the scenario in front of me. It was beautiful, just seeing her struggling made me feel better.

But deep inside my mind it wasn't enough, I wasn't  satisfied enough by the harsh things she is experiencing by now. I had to take it to her personally, just seeing her peeved face at me makes me so happy.

So I did the evitable.

I spontaneously made myself line up in a line that looked so endless. I had surprised myself today because I wasn't always patient, thus why I hated cafeteria's, but being able to see the woman writhe in anger would be sweet to me.

When it was my turn, I ordered a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich and a can of coke.

Needless to say, excitement rushed to my system as I rushed over to the blonde's direction, discreetly walking past by her and accidentally dropping the food I had bought.

Her eyes found its way, darting towards the splattered food and her eyes raised, piercing against mine. She held a blank face--as if trying to process everything, and when she did her eyes fumed with anger.

She glared at me."You b---"

I interfered. "What? It slipped from my hands. Isn't it your job to clean that?"

She stepped forward, dropping the broom in the process and grabbed the collar of my uniform, pulling me closer to her. "I'll kill you," she sneered, her voice laced with venom.

I shrugged my shoulders, apathetic. "Go on. Kill me if you can." her eyes narrowed."You crazy bitch. Just get out of my fuccin way."

"I will go," I paused, staring at her clear blue eyes with a challenge. "Until you let go of my collar."

She released her grab with force and pushed me aside in the process. Her eyes never navered like a lion eyeing its prey. "I swear I'll get back at you, loser."

I adjust my collar, straightening it. "I'd like to see you try."

She sneered. "Oh I will."

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