Whether or not the rumors were true, one thing was certain – Emily had received an attitude adjustment from the creepy janitor, and it had been a transformative experience she would never forget.
As for Mr. Jenkins, he continued to work his usual shift, sweeping floors and emptying trash cans with a quiet efficiency. But those who crossed his path couldn't help but feel a shiver run down their spine, for they knew that they were in the presence of someone who had a peculiar way of...adjusting people's attitudes. Whether or not the rumors were true, one
Mr. Jenkins paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he set the broom aside. For a moment, Emily thought she saw a flicker of anger in his gaze, but it was quickly replaced by his usual stoic expression. But those who crossed his path couldn't help
One fateful day, Emily's behavior finally caught up with her. As she was walking out of her history class, she spotted Mr. Jenkins quietly sweeping the floor in the hallway. Without hesitation, she strolled over to him, her designer handbag slung over her shoulder, and began to berate him for not cleaning the area quickly enough. For a moment, Emily thought she saw a
"Can't you move any faster, Jenkins?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Some of us have places to be, unlike you, who's apparently stuck in this menial job for life."
Mr. Jenkins merely chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down Emily's spine. "I don't think so, miss. You see, I've been around long enough to know that people like you are a dime a dozen. But I'm not like the other janitors. I have...ways of dealing with students like you."