by VICTORIA
At 6:50 A.M. I arrive at an old building that smells like two weeks worth of garbage. The walls remind me of prison walls, the co-workers are like under-paid and possessed demons that also make messes I have to clean up. Oh, and also there are these little ill-mannered, rude, and disrespectful children, walking like disasters. Unorganized lockers, gym bags that are never washed, walking chat rooms. That I also have to clean after. I walk into bathrooms that have liquid covered floors, paper covered floors, walls that need to be painted. Toilets clogged with brown, odor-drenched monsters that’ll make you want to vomit but you can’t because than you’ll have more mess to clean. Stalls that are covered in secrets. After I clean the bathroom I move on to the scattered, noisy, big corridors of drama, the HALLWAY…I walk by some rude teenage girls. Loud and dramatic they gossip about boys. Teenage boys that are blind minded, egos bigger than Mount Everest, inappropriate and only ever worried about sports. Can you imagine cleaning stinking bathrooms and lockers? Picking up trash that has been stepped on? Waking up early just to leave late? I bet you can’t.
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