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

At St. Jude’s Preparatory Academy, the hallways smelled of expensive floor wax and old money. No one embodied that atmosphere more than Julian Vane. With a father on the board of trustees and a car that cost more than most teachers’ annual salaries, Julian operated under the assumption that the world was his personal doormat.

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. With a father on the board of trustees

Landon looked at the dirty rag in his hand. “For… being a jerk. For the mess.” Landon started to laugh, too

: The student finds themselves in a desperate situation where their status or money cannot help—such as being locked in the school, facing academic failure, or experiencing a public embarrassing moment. You just coast on by

Mr. Henderson was a fixture of the shadows—a gaunt, silent man with a heavy limp and eyes that seemed to track movements before they even happened. The students called him "The Ghoul," whispered rumors of a dark past, and avoided the damp, chemical-smelling basement where he kept his office. Julian, naturally, saw Henderson not as a figure of mystery, but as a target for sport.

Grimley was a gray, hunched man who smelled of industrial bleach and damp earth. He never spoke, only watched with milky eyes that seemed to track movements before they even happened. Students swapped stories about him—that he lived in the boiler room, that he was a disgraced surgeon, or worse.

"Oh, I don't think it's just about the mess you make, Miss Thompson. It's about the mess you've made of your own life. You see, people like you, with your perfect grades and your trust fund, never really have to learn how to navigate the world. You just coast on by, expecting everyone else to pick up after you."