Cold water slammed into me!
The smell hit first. Bleach. Dust. Gray water ran down my dress and soaked into my shoes.
The hallway exploded with laughter.
Someone actually clapped.
Cold water slammed into me!
I stood there dripping, my hair hanging in my face, while Lydia smiled as if she’d just performed the funniest trick in the world.
Then she said loudly, “Guess the janitor’s daughter belongs with the mop!”
The laughter grew louder.
I looked down the hallway and saw my mom standing there.
She was holding the mop.
Her hands were shaking. And she was trying not to cry.
