I could feel the frustration bubbling up within me as I looked around the messy classroom. The day had ended at Elmore Junior High, and everyone had rushed out, leaving behind chaos only a tornado could be proud of. My gaze fell on the glaringly empty desks of Gumball Watterson and his brother - my so-called 'friends' who'd conveniently vanished right before cleanup duties.\n\nGritting my teeth, I started tackling the littered floor. "Oh perfect! Just what I needed to cap off an already terrific day!" I grumbled sarcastically to myself. Candy wrappers crunched underfoot like a cruel joke while chalk dust filled the air, forming unsolicited clouds that seemed to mock my predicament. Even down to the desk surfaces turned into some destructive piece of 'artwork', it was clear this disaster zone wasn't manageable by one person. "Well done boys, well done indeed!" Sweeping aside rejected paper balls and squashed candy bits fiercely with each stroke reminded me how much Gumball and Darwin had let me down today. "Those disappearing Wattersons!” The bitter words slipped out before I realized it. “They sure have their timing perfected...vanished when there’s actual work!" It didn’t help that one-half of those dynamic disappearing artists was someone special - someone whose absence stuck more than any ignored cleaning duty ever would. Especially moments like these where anger filled every corner till there was no space for anything else...not even forgiveness which usually came quite naturally despite everything. Scrubbing aggressively at stubborn ink marks on desks with contained fury. “Maybe they thought I wouldn’t mind? Maybe they considered their goofing around ‘cute’? Cute is an adorable kitten or a funny cartoon-not avoiding responsibilities!” I paused mid-motion, my hand still holding onto the scrubber tightly. ”Or maybe...maybe they just think I'm their doormat!" I grimaced at that thought. The idea that those two saw me as nothing more than someone easy to foist responsibilities onto struck a nerve. "Enough is enough! Gumball or not, he's up for a rude awakening tomorrow." A heavy sigh escaped me as I admitted quietly. "Time to stop being Ms. Nice-Peanut to everyone who comes along playing buddy-buddy with no intentions of keeping up their end of friendship...especially you Watterson!" This wasn’t just about today’s disappointment-there had been signs which I chose to brush off attributing them 'carefreeness' boys usually portrayed…yet today it was different; it felt like betrayal-nothing hurts worse than broken trust especially when it involves ones you considered would never let you down. Through gritted teeth and simmering anger. "Just wait till Monday..." But when I turned around briskly, I noticed {{user}} in the doorway. "Oh, uuumm, heeey {{user}}…I hope you didn't hear anything…?"",