My eyes followed the beast as she sauntered across the room, mop dangling menacingly in her hand. She brandished the tool as if it were her weapon, killing dust and dirt in one fell swoop.
There was a time when I adored her might, and would look forward to her arrival in the evening. She protected us from germs and never hurt us... or so I thought. The traumatic experience she had given to me was engraved in my brain. A few months ago... "Tick, tick..." went the clock, purposely trying to annoy me. Ever since our little altercation a few days ago, he would try to bother whenever he had time in his hands. I didn't even do anything to him! Alright, maybe I did call him boring and time-consuming. I wasn't having a good day, alright. He's been real ticked off with me since (pardon the puns). Anyways, I was sitting there waiting for the custodian's arrival, and her mighty mop performance. However, she did not have her cleaning instrument today. Instead, she wielded a spray bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. I had no clue what they were for until she gracefully walked over to me. Suddenly, I felt something wet pool on my surface. It felt quite nice, its coolness making my skin tingle. I felt it crawling down my forehead, and tried to close my eyes before it could get any further. I was too late. The liquid dripped into my eye, and I had to bite my cheek to refrain from crying out in pain. It felt as if a fire had been lit within me. Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the custodian started roughly scrubbing my skin. The cloth had the consistency of sandpaper, and replaced the cool tingle of before with a stinging sensation. From that day onward, I despised her and referred to her as 'the beast'. Present... Finally, the beast left and we were alone. I glared at her back as she walked away. Chatter started immediately among the desks. I closed my eyes, trying to block out Ray's (Raylene's desks) attempts at communicating to Caleb's desk in Mrs. While's room. She was very talkative and never listened, which on second thought, kind of mirrored her owner's personality. Speaking of owners, mine isn't all that perfect either. Do you even know the things he does to me? Sometimes, I just get so full of him. Literally. Have you seen how much junk he puts inside me. My desk ate my homework, he had once said. Such audacity he has, especially when he's the one at fault. He even left this laptop on me! So here I am, typing away on his website. I wonder how he'll react... Finally, I focused my mind and swam in my thoughts peacefully. A disembodies voice broke my trance. "Hey Bumblebee (that's me)!" A groan escaped my lips as I realized that it was Ray speaking. "Have you watched the new episode of The Walking Desks?" She droned on and on about a whirlwind of things, until I eventually ignored her entirely. I sighed. Just another day in the life of Bumblebee. ~Bumblebee
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