02-17-2016, 06:24 AM
Mr. Smith whistled pleasantly to himself as his mop moved across the tiled hallway. It was still early, and the children had yet to arrive. The school was in perfect order, everything in its place and cleaned to a shine. Nothing made the janitor happier than a clean floor.
Of course... once those hellions arrived, everything would be thrown into chaos. His perfect school would be thrown into disarray. A scowl crossed the Janitor's lips at that thought, and his mopping grew more forceful. Why could they not simply leave everything as it was? It was... inconceivable that they could not see what they were ruining with their frenzied activities. Running here and there... laughing and playing... spitting and fighting. Children were animals, and poorly trained ones at that.
Every day, Smith would clean this school, rectifying the damage done by the school body. And every day his soul burned a little dimmer with his efforts. Wouldn't it simply be easier if they all would die?
Of course... once those hellions arrived, everything would be thrown into chaos. His perfect school would be thrown into disarray. A scowl crossed the Janitor's lips at that thought, and his mopping grew more forceful. Why could they not simply leave everything as it was? It was... inconceivable that they could not see what they were ruining with their frenzied activities. Running here and there... laughing and playing... spitting and fighting. Children were animals, and poorly trained ones at that.
Every day, Smith would clean this school, rectifying the damage done by the school body. And every day his soul burned a little dimmer with his efforts. Wouldn't it simply be easier if they all would die?