Janitors & Convicts -01- Charm Schools & Jail Cells.

I'm going to be blunt with you. Perfectly, inescapably, obviously blunt. My life isn't perfect. Being a janitoire, at Spunkmeisters Charm School, was not one of the many things on my things to do before I die list. I'm sorry. It isn't.
Charm:
-noun
1. a power of pleasing or attracting, as through personality or beauty.

That's what everyone at this school must be like, besides absolutely perfect. It drives me farther over the edge every time one of them apologizes for something stupid, everytime one of those girls curtsies. Hell-o? Monsieur Roboto anyone?! They're keeping your brains in JARS! Every year a new group is brought in to be trained., those are the only ssane ones. Until.. I think, late at night, they do surgery on your head, and take your brains away. But that's just me.
So how did I, a budding 15 year old, proud owner of a brain, get into being the janitor of Spunkmeisters? Just lucky I guess. My mother is related to le principal. As in, he's her brother. So when mommy dear passed away on my thirteenth, I got sent here. After dutifully screaming my head off about having to go to charms school, and not getting my way I ran. My evil plan, however, failed. As the police picked me up, and sent me back.
Uncle dear, and I came to an arangement. I'd help keep his school clean, and he'd give me board, and I wouldn't have to attend school. Charm school at least. He insisted on having me homeschooled. Fag. Well, I accepted. Anything better then having my brain kept in one of those jars, right?
So here I am. Janitor of a stupid school, with even stupider occupants, with an uncle who hates me, and whom I equally hate. Hun, I can only go up from here, correct.
Not that I'm complaining. [Yea, just trying to save some skin.] I'm greatful for the bed, which always smells like perfume, and the home, which is over decorated, and far too big for my liking. It's just- isn't that a little off. I mean, Uncle, your supposed to take care of me, not send me to work because you were being an idiot. It's not my fauly mother died! Hell-o?!
"Jade.. Get out of bed won't you? I know you stopped sleeping babe, you're not snoring anymore." Wife du la doominator stated lazily. Picture perfect model, not as dumb as a door knob, Haley DuFrances. Perfect. That's the only way to describe her. Mrs. DuFrances has perfect complexion without make-up, which she never wears, amazing red hair, and bright hazel eyes, which hide her true brilliance.
Haley DuFrances is Twenty Three, my Uncle is like, Forty. I think she married him for his money. But you never know. She could've actually fallen for that balding guy, I mean, he is the principal of a charm school. I groaned into an over-stuffed pillow as Haley, slapped my butt, to get me awake. Nice Auntie, huh? I've had about four in the past year. I'm not sure how he goes through wives so fast. Girlfriends I can see.. but WIVES?
"It's not the weekend anymore, you know some newbies are coming in today, Juvies, from what Cimon told me, they're going to be a handful. Imagine the mess." That's what I like about Hayley, she drop the perfect act when ever Uncle Cimon DuFrances is gone. She's actually pretty cool.
"Juveniles? What'd they do to come here. Christ." I stated, sitting up, and yawning slowly, tugging hair out of my eyes. I have strange eyes. I'm not afraid to say it. A thing that runs on the girls side of my family. Every girls in my family has a piercing blue eye, and a green one.
Hayley shrugged. "Probably some judge order, thinking that Skunkmeisters, can helps them become better indivduals." She murmured, through those lips, which always seemed to be pouting. And her deep hazel eyes always seemed half closed, and sleepy.
"Hurry up and change, Breakfast is getting cold." Hayley joked, walking slowly out of my room. She was never in a hurry. But why should she be..? Married to a rich man, with nothing to do, why should she be in a hurry?
Pulling myself out of bed, and into a pair of jeans, which I swear I have had since I was thirteen, and a tanktop which used to be my mothers, and literally hung off me.
Me. Jade Martinez. Well- Jade DuFrances now, I guess. With my blonde dreads, and strange eyes, freckles, and glasses. I was no Hayley, that's for sure. Not that I ever wear my glasses, I don't need them. I'm a janitor. Yeah, I'm not perfect, I have slender fingers, uneven tan, I'm neither skinny nor fat, and I have a smell of garbage around me that will probably never go away.
New arrivals are always hectic. They're the ones that make my job hard. They're the ones that actually make messes. The reason Spunkmeisters actually needs janitors. I seriosuly wasn't excited for work today, not to mention I'm falling behind in my home schooling, I'm actually being tutored at all meals, and whenever I'm home by Hayley. Retired teacher? Someone as hot as her. Yes, actually. Amazing, isn't it?
Yawning into my hand, practically falling asleep as I mopped the hallways of Spunkmeisters. A long and boring job, which really doesn't get you thinking much. Another yawn, this time flicking through my ipod looking for a more upbeat song, skipping through a bunch of Marianas Trench, ACDC, Blink 182, until finally stopping on Paramore. Misery Business. My current favourite, dance around singing at the top of my lungs, songs.
Only this time I was dancing around while mopping the floor, and trying my hardest not to sing. I seriously do not want to disrupt class.
The juveniles were in such a big surprise when they first started taking classes, that one of them practically had a heart attack! Okay, joking. They haven't even arrived yet. Something about one of them started a fight on the bus, and knocked the bus driver out, so they were detained for a few hours. Which is totally not fun.
Amazing how dancing can get you through boring jobs fast, right? Yeah totally. All jobs except mopping the floor. I whipped the mop at the wall, creating a wet splat on one of the MADD posters on the walls, which were perfect white brick. The floors are far more interesting, they have an assortment of colors including; Blue, green and faded pink! Done in an almost lazy pattern which I've memorized sideways, backwards, upside down, and in five different languages!
Joking.
My heart almost basically leapt as a bus pulled up infron of the front doors. Large and overtacky, the schools motto is written in Latin ontop. I never bothered to ask what it meant. I don't really care, actually. Leaning carefully on my mop, and wiping my hands dry on my pants, I watched in an interest which came easily to things like this when you've been mopping for a few straight hours.
My uncle walked out to great the bus, and I watched, in awe mind you, as men carrying guns walked out- much to my uncles protest. I guess these guys have to be here- his face gets all red when he knows he's not getting his way, and the way that is happening doesn't benefit him. Then slowly the juveniles came out, 3 in total.
I remembered from the others janitors gossip that these three had done armed robbery and that one of them had even killed someone! I studied the three, two guys and a girl. Interesting.
The girl was rough looking, bangs hanging in her face, cut at odd angles, the rest tied up loosely, she was muscled fairly well, and looked like someone of whom not to fuck. My eyes went to the next, a guy.
Much taller then the other two, with a buzz cut, and a sneering face, I actually tugged my glasses out of a pockets, and put them on to get a better view. He was actually bald, a tattoo spiraling around his head, and too many piercings to count, also heavily built, and well muscled. I'm guessing this was the guy who commited murder.
The other guy had his head bowed, raven black hair, which looked greasy and not very well groomed, he was wearing a tanktop much like mine, and was scrawnier then the other two, I moved closer, I couldn't help myself. No- he was just smaller built then the others, biting my lower lip, my eyes went to my uncle, who was giving them; 'The Speech'
This was not the place for these guys. I almost feel sorry for the idiots.
About to return to my work I couldn't help glancing back at the three, just to see them, and I gasped in astonishment as I saw the last guy look up at me, seeing me, and studying me as I had studied him, and as I was caught in the gaze of those piercing brown eyes, I couldn't help think that maybe that other one wasn't the guy who had killed.
Quickly averting my gaze, I returned to work, finishing up in that part of the school as fast as possible. Only to realize twenty minutes later that my music had stopped playing. Probably for quite awhile.

Results, loves.
I hope I'm not stealing anyones idea, I've been working on this story for quite some time, or I had worked on it for quite some time, I stopped however. x33 But started again. So yes.


Ta~!