"I'm Still Here" Take 2. This is completely mine. So, HA!
Janitor Eddy's POV
Another day, another mess. Literally. I'm the janitor a very bad- student ridden high school. These kids act like pigs.
Lunch every day, there is another mess to clean. I've actually seen these kids dump food on the floor just to watch me clean it up. Isn't the world just peachy?
I was cleaning up some kid's throw up out in the hallway during 2nd period, nothing new. Except, (A.A. I know this part will sound gross) when I looked into the throw up, I saw a face. (A.N. Told you) It disappeared as soon as it appeared, so I blew it off as the toxic fumes of whatever this kid had for breakfast.
Lunch came soon after and, as always, I was the only janitor to clean after the slobs you people call teenagers.
"So she said, and he said…" Blah, blah, blah, popular girls.
"Who's ready for football!" Blah, blah, blah, popular boys.
"Where's my vitamins?" Blah, blah, blah, nerds.
"…" Blah, blah, blah, Goths. As usual, not a word.
At a table, far separated from the others, sat a girl with tangled blonde hair and an outfit to match her personality. In other words, it was bleached. She sat alone, with no one even daring to go near her.
They all knew about her friend, and even more about her anger issues.
"Hey," said a boy, as he walked up with a few other boys to a table that was occupied by the girl. She groaned, and lifted her head to see her friends set their trays down. She saw that the one friend that talked had an extra pizza on his tray, and raised an eyebrow at him.
"It's yours. You need to eat." He told her, his voice full of encouragement.
"No, Milton," the girl said, putting her head back down.
"Why, Kim?" Milton asks
"What if Jack's dead, he can't eat," Kim said matter of factly. "I shouldn't eat either."
"What if he's not dead?" Eddie asked. "What if he comes back, and you end up dying because you don't eat?" He stared at his friend, who didn't look up.
"Notice how many what-if's there were right there." Kim moaned.
I was not eavesdropping. I was simply walking by and happened to hear their conversation.
"But, Kim…" Milton insisted.
"I said no!" Kim screamed, lifting her head abruptly. In the process, she knocked over her friend's milk carton, spilling it all over the table.
"Surprise, surprise," I muttered. "Didn't see that coming." I walked over to the table of friends, who had stood up to avoid the milk dripping onto their laps.
I saw the milk had dripped to the floor already. I sighed and kneeled down with my washcloth, the one that had been stained with ketchup, mustard, and the slop you people call school lunches.
I wiped the floor till it was shiny, seriously, shiny. It was wet from the water. I stood up and saw the kids were gone.
'Poor kids, they must really miss their friend…' I thought, as I walked over to where we kept our 'Wet Floor' signs.
When I turned around to put the sign down, I saw something on the milk still on the table. A simple sentence was written out in the liquid.
"I'm Still Here"
So this… is mine. You can't claim it. You know who you are if you try to claim it yours, but it's not. So, again, HA!