"Excuse me, sir, I need to see you immediately."
I jump, dropping the wet rag in my hands. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I had been cleaning the lunch tables.
"Do you have a moment?"
I spin around. My rag drips with soapy, dirty water. The principal stands in front of me with a stern expression on his face.
I gulp down a heavy breath and my heartbeat increases rapidly. I fear that he may know my secret and I try to calm myself. My heartbeat is so loud, he must hear it, but then he smiles, a warm glimmer in his eyes.
"The kids sure leave a mess for you, don't they?" He says laughing. I breathe a sigh of relief. He doesn't suspect me. No one suspects me.
Relax.
"Yeah," I say quietly, my fists clenching tightly. "The kids sure leave a mess for you, don't they?" I mimic in my head. I hated the way he held his head high, with his posture perfectly straight, in a neatly pressed suit and tie. He thought he was superior. He didn't know anything about what my job was like.
"Um, can I talk to you, sir?" the principal repeats, getting serious again. I guess that was it for small-talk.
About what?
"Sure," I say instead. I wait anxiously for what he might say next.
The principal looks around hesitantly.
"Not here," he mutters nervously.
My breathing quickens, again.
"What do you mean?"
"Just follow me please."
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The Janitor
HorrorHe's a murderer, a serial killer. He wants everyone to know that he is powerful too. Everything he does is for a reason. But will someone find out? The Janitor.
