Mopping up trouble
As I reached for the mop, a group of students lingered nearby, their mocking eyes fixed on me. One of them snickered, “Looks like someone’s having fun,” sparking a ripple of sharp, pointed laughter. Their giggles felt like the punchline to a joke I wasn’t privy to, a moment that tugged at memories of being the new kid at school. I kept my focus on the task at hand, letting silence be my only response.
Mopping Up Trouble
Passing whispers
The whispers began the moment my back was turned. I couldn’t make out much, but the giggles said it all. “Did you hear the one about…?” someone started, their words dissolving into a wave of hushed laughter. Just then, the principal passed by, offering the group a nod without breaking stride. I kept moving, refusing to let their murmurs distract me or derail my focus.
Passing Whispers
