Heading home
With my locker securely shut, I prepared to leave, as quietly as ever. It was the same routine: mop, sweep, force a smile when required, and swallow my words like always. Each step towards the exit echoed with a weariness that seemed to settle deep in my bones. I headed for the door, bracing for another quiet night, the weight of the day heavy on my shoulders.
Heading Home
Pranks and tension
The tension kept mounting as the pranks showed no sign of stopping. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t block out the comments. One kid even knocked over the mop bucket, smirking as they yelled, “Oops!” while dirty water spilled across the floor. I told myself, “Just another mess to clean,” but each time they laughed and ran off, leaving me to deal with the chaos, it became harder to hold my composure.
Pranks And Tension
