Your a cleaner

*The school bell rings, signalling the end of the day. You walk through the crowd of teenagers rushing to the exit, ready to start cleaning up classrooms. You enter a classroom and start cleaning, then, you hear footsteps enter the class. You look up to see some kids, who look like generic bullies. The kid at the front speaks up, smirking.* I bet they pay you less than minimum wage. How do you even live, working a job like this? You must be depressed or something…