Spoiled Student Gets An Attitude Adjustment From The Creepy Janitor 1 [Chrome]

To facilitate the "attitude adjustment," the student must be stripped of their social safety net. This usually happens during an after-school detention, a late-night sports practice, or a scenario where they are locked in the building after hours. The bustling school becomes empty, echoing, and claustrophobic. 3. The Shift in Power

“Monday morning, you’re going to walk into the cafeteria. You’re going to thank Mrs. Valez for scraping your leftover lasagna off the plate. You’re going to pick up your own trash. And if I see you look at another human being like they’re dirt under your shoe?”

Emily was known for being a bit entitled. She came from a wealthy family and was used to getting everything she wanted, when she wanted it. She would often complain about the smallest things, from the cafeteria food to the worn-out textbooks. Her attitude towards her classmates and teachers was often dismissive and condescending.

Landon laughed again. “Call my dad. I’ll have you fired by lunch.” To facilitate the "attitude adjustment," the student must

"Hey Julian!" one called out. "Look, the creepy janitor is back. Go throw something at him."

Lexi rolled her eyes, expecting a reprimand from a faculty member, not some lowly janitor. But Mr. Jenkins just chuckled, a low, unnerving sound.

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He never told his dad. He couldn’t. Because deep down, in the quiet part of his brain that the lacrosse trophies and the Porsche keys couldn’t reach, he knew the creepy janitor was right.

The next week, a freshman dropped her tray in the cafeteria. Everyone laughed. Landon started to laugh, too. Then he saw Gus standing in the doorway, holding that red rag, watching.

To emphasize his point, Julian deliberately knocked a full cup of iced coffee off the table. The dark liquid splashed across the floor, splattering the bottom of Mr. Finch’s trousers. The faculty doors? Locked.

"Get lost, old man," Leo sneered, shaking the can harder. "My dad pays enough in taxes to buy ten of you. Clean it up."

Daria started to cry. Real, ugly, snotty tears. The makeup ran. The bravado evaporated.

Gus knelt down. He put a heavy, calloused hand on Landon’s shoulder. It didn’t feel creepy. It felt like an anchor.

But on this particular day, Emily's cart of freshly baked pastries and designer coffee went careening out of control, spilling its contents all over the floor. The hallway was now filled with the enticing aroma of freshly baked goods, and Emily's eyes widened in horror as she realized that she had made a mess.

Confused, she ran toward the side exit by the gymnasium. Locked. The faculty doors? Locked.