Prank talk
As I cleaned, fragments of their conversation about tomorrow’s prank drifted to me. They made no effort to lower their voices, openly discussing it as if my presence didn’t matter. I stayed focused on my work, silently preparing myself for whatever they had in store this time. It felt like an endless cycle—an unchosen routine I was forced to endure day after day.
Prank Talk
End of a tiring day
By the time the room was finally spotless, exhaustion had seeped deep into my bones. Another day completed, my hands throbbed from hours of relentless work. “That’s enough for now,” I murmured, sliding the mop back into the closet. The school halls were silent, the students long gone, leaving only faint echoes in their wake. I paused to stretch, already bracing myself for another round tomorrow.
End Of A Tiring Day
