Creative Writing: Janitor's Closet

You're probably wondering why I'm in a closet, right? And no, not the closet, even though I am in that too. Nah, I mean a janitor's closet. Well, it's actually kinda simple. The people I hang out with were talking about things that I don't really like talking about, and I just ran in here to get away and calm down. Now I'm just in here having a mini panic attack, talking to Malinda, and having a good ol' fun time in a school janitor's closet. As much fun as you can have in here at least. Like making towers out of toilet paper, that's fun I guess. Although, Malinda keeps eating the paper which keeps making rolls fall over.

Right when I was about to finish my tower, someone just came barging in and knocked it over with the door.

"Well, someone's in

It's so funny.

"You mean 'shit'?"

"No, I mean shitake mushroom. Young man, I will not tolerate that type of profanity." he gave me the motherly finger shake for effect.

"I bet I'm older than you." I challenged.

"Oh, yeah? When's your birthday?"

"August 17th. Try me." I smirked.

"Ha! May 5th you fudge cake!" he flipped me off because apparently, that doesn't count as "profanity".

I lost track of how long we were talking, and laughing, and telling stories, that it finally dawned on me that we were still in a janitor's closet.

"Why're you in here anyway?" I asked him.

"I should be asking you the same question," he replied back. I'm pretty sure he completely forgot we were in a closet too.

"I asked you first."

"But it looked like you were in here longer." he smirked at me.

I sighed and said "Some of the people that I hang out with were talking about things that I don't like hearing and/or seeing. So, I panicked and ran in here to calm down." I started to pet Malinda. Doing that always helps me relax.

"Oh, I'm sorry." he looked like he felt a little bad for bringing it up.

"Nah, don't worry about it. Now, why're you in