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Janitor's Closet

On behalf of the title, I have decided I'll update this on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. It's not any of those days but I felt like writing today, so here ya go. And since there's a saying "Promises are meant to be broken," just know there'll probably be some days when I don't update when I say I will. Why? Because I'm a lazy ass... YAYYY

Oh, and remember that "Promises are meant to be broken" thing? Well... I changed my mind and now this isn't only about Evan and Myra, so it's even more random now.

Yeah I make great first impressions. Don't kill me please.

Muffled footsteps neared. A peek through the crack of the janitor's closet confirmed the person walking by was, in fact, Uriah. As soon as he was directly in front of the closet, I swung the door open and beckoned to him with a middle finger.

"Come here, my pretty."

His eyes widened, taking in my appearance from the mop on my head to the bucket I was standing on. 

What? I was short, and looking up so often gave me neck cramps. As for the mop on my head... well, it made me feel witchier.

"AJ... what are you doing here?"

I put a finger to his lips and let out a witchy cackle before yanking him in the closet with me and shoving another mop in his face. As Uriah took the mop away from his face, I shook my head rapidly at him, causing my own mop to slide down my face.

"Put it on your head like me so you blend in with the rest of the stuff here."

"Um, AJ... not sure if you know this, but you just look like a creepy old lady with worms for hair..."

"We will never speak of this!" I sent him a fierce glare. Then I let out a wicked cackle and wrapped my fingers around his arm. Well, attempted to, considering the muscles on his arm were preventing me from getting my whole hand around them. I grinned wildly and pulled him closer to me so we were nose to nose. In doing so, I almost fell off the bucket. He widened his eyes and wrenched his arm away, but stayed put. 

Good move. "But, if you dare to disobey me and spread word of this like a wildfire— it will not be pretty, my pretty!" I hissed through the mop that was hanging over my eyes. "NOW GO! FLY AWAY LIKE A PRETTY LITTLE BIRDY!" Frantically, as to send him the whole message, I waved my arms around and flapped them like a goose. The mop fell off my head, and the bucket collapsed. I went down with it, falling like a stone. But wait—as I fell I just had to slam down on the mop that had somehow landed upright, stabbing me in the vagina.

I wheezed. "MOP. IN. VAJAYJAY. NOT GOOD"

Now that the mop was no longer covering my eyes, I could see the door was open and he had left a long time ago. It seemed like Uriah had just came out of the closet. That wretched little—

"YOU WILL REGRET THIS! I WILL ROAST YOU LIKE A CHICKEN OVER A BONFIRE! BE GONE! MARK MY WORDS, YOU MINION! YOU WILL REGRET THIS."

"Just about done?" A girl walking down the hall eyed me skeptically.

I stood up, yanking her towards me so she could get a good look at my crazed eyes. In a calm voice, I asked, "Would you happen to know the address of Diarrhea?"

"Check the toilet or the sewers. Either one works."

Usually, I'd laugh, but now was not the time to appreciate such beautifully hilarious humor. Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. "James. Uriah James. You know his address?"

"Never heard of him. Oh, and you might want to do something about your red eyes. Makes you look like a demon or something of the sort."

Oh yeah... to complete the look, I'd sprayed myself in the face with the cleanser spray thingy. It was diluted, but obviously, it still hurt.