Janitor: Chap. 1 Pg. 1

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 Janitor: Chapter 1 Pg 1

 Okeydokey guys! Here is my 2nd story I'm writing! I was just reading another fanfic when I randomly thought of this idea, so enjoy!

 (Everyone hates) DISCLAIMERS: All characters are mine and you may not copy them unless you contact me first with a message. Every thing that happens is a work of my imagination and if any characters or events that happen are similar to real ones, it is purely a coincidence.    I am not very good at writing, but it is super fun and relaxing for me, so that is why I write. Now then, enjoy! Also, comment if you relate to this in any way. ~BYEEZ!~ 

 " Thank you for sharing. Now then, next on the list we have... Matthew Johnson! " Announces my new teacher, Miss Cadence.  I reluctantly rise from my seat, my palms sweaty. I wipe off the sweat onto my new sweatpants. Everyone in the class turns to me and stares at me. One girl yells " Well? What are you waiting for?! Get up there! " Miss Cadence doesn't shush her, and the girl gestures with her hand for me to go to the front of the entire class. I glance at Miss Cadence, she is still not caring about how rude the girl was being. So I walked down the aisle, and stood in front of the entire class and inhaled deeply. I began my introduction.

 " Hi everyone, I am Matthew Johnson but I want - I mean, would prefer for you to call me Matt. I moved from Saskatchewan to here,  and am hoping for a better school experience. I love and excel at Math, Language, and Gym. I live for basketball. And well, anime is love, anime is life. " I finish. Miss Cadence nods, and asks " Why did you move to here? " UGH. I already told her!

 " Well, for a better school experience. " I answer flatly. I hope she doesn't ask me to "expand on that". And of course. she quickly asks me.

 " Mmmhmmm. I see.... Can you expand upon that? "  Oh well that is just absolutely wonderful. Ugh.

 " Ummm well... " I started slowly. Maybe I could ask to go to the washroom? Yeah. She'll probably forget about this and go onto the next student.

 " Well Mr. Johnson? " She asks expectantly.

 " Well you see.... Umm... May I please be excused to the washroom? " I ask.

Sorry this was SO short, but since no body reads my stories, it doesn't matter does it. :(

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