Janitor
Old Joshua was late. For the first time in over two months, he had not been able to open the school doors right on time. He blamed it on the fact that his wife had been nagging at him to get some milk on the store that morning. Thank Heaven the principal had kept a spare. On his way to the small closet where he kept his working utensils, he heard a scuffle. Approaching slowly, he was about to open the door when it opened by itself. From the inside, two blondes tumbled to the floor, looking all flustered and out of breath. They hastily stood up, all the while avoiding his gaze. The girl took the boy's hand and, muttering something that sounded like "stupid football-head", left to their classroom. If he weren't used to it by now he would've been sort of uncomfortable. But eighteen years of working at a high school took the feeling away. "Teens," he muttered while going back to business.