HE CHEATED, I MATED WITH HIS UNCLE
I grabbed a mop and a bucket and got to work, scrubbing and mopping the floors as the middle-school chaos erupted around me.
By late afternoon, I was exhausted. My back ached, and my hands were raw. As I was mopping the main hallway, a group of girls walked by—cheerleaders, by the look of their uniforms. They started giggling, loud and sharp, as they walked directly over the wet floor I’d just mopped.
"Look at this," one of them sneered, loud enough for me to hear. "I guess they’ll hire anyone off the street these days. My shoes are going to get ruined by this... trash."