Janitor sombrero

>Highschool, a bunch of annoying mocosos without a care for anything else than themselves.
>Fancy clothes, minas ricas, stupid videogames; it's all they talk about. Teenagers really are the scum of the earth
>As much as I hate them, I can't escape them, for I am stuck in this place as a lowly janitor, and no one respects the spic janitor
>Each and every day, they leave a huge mess, making my job almost impossible
>I'm so fed up with them that I swear I would have come here with a gun and killed'em all if it weren't for that new kid. The only chavo who takes a bit of his time to greet me and has even volunteered to help me after his classes. I obviously just tell him to just go home, but still, that little man reminds me that there's still hope in the future of this world

Being the janitor

>After a long morning of cleaning, it's finally time for lunch
>Looking for a place far away from the pendejos, I find an unusual sight; it's the good kid
Hi there kid, why are you not eating in the cafeteria
>I'm surprised that despite him being the nearest thing to a pana I've got here, I don't know his name
>"Oh, Mr. Janitor, it's just that none of my friends can have lunch with me today and I can't stand the rest of the school"
>I'd have thought that such a good chavalo would have lots of friends
>He seems like a bakan kid so lets spend time with him
Would you mind some company?
>"Of couse not, please take a seat" he says as he points to the bench he's sitting on
By the way, what's your name?
>"My name's Norman, what's yours?" finally a nice kid
I'm Sombra, but I don't like being called that, it makes me feel creepy, so just call me Sombrero, I like how it sounds and I find it funny
>"Heheh, I get it, a latin american called sombrero, but it's kinda racist"
But the good kind of racism, the one that's just for fun
>"Well then, from now on I'll call you Mr. Sombrero"
>After that day I became one of the lolo's friends and he taught me that the brats are not as bad as I thought

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>After some weeks of being Norman's friend, I'm finally enjoying my job again. It seems that all my bitterness was because of not having a single friend in this town
>I sometimes even get to talk to Norman's other friends, so my life is recovering its color an my smile has become a staple to my face. No remarkable events until one day...
>"Holah Mr. Sombrero, ehrase oon eehoh day pootah" (Hola Mr. Sombrero, eres un hijo de puta)
>What did he just say to me? he totaly said my mom is a whore, but his face shows the most innocent smile ever. I can only stare at him in confusion
>"Bradical!"
>Norman cringes
>"I can't believe you said that, you're awesome Norman"
>Brad, the most glaring example of what's wrong with escuincles these days. After hearing what he said, I'm sure this weon was the one who told the chamaco to say that shit to me
>So I prepare a juicy vengeance. It's not anything dangerous or too over the top, but getting that maricon Brad covered in mierda will be great
>Classes are over an the trap is set, I sent a fake love letter to el concha de su madre so I'm sure he'll come straight to my trap

Being Norman

>Brad got a love letter from a secret admirer, so he's been rubbing it on my face the whole day
>To make it worse, he made me come with him so I get to console the girl if he doesn't like her
>Damnit Brad, I hate you so much that I don't even know why the fuck do I hang out with you
>When we get to the place the letter said, brad stands in the exact point he was asked while I hide nearby
>The girl doesn't seem to be here, so I scan the area only to notice a huge trash bag hanging just above Brad
>He'll finally get what he deserves. Right?
Watch out Brad!
>I yell as I push him away from where he is. Damnit, I hate my good upbringing sometimes
>The impact of him hitting the ground is enough to make the bag fall on top of me
>The bag was full of shit covered toilet paper, at least the poop is dry; however it's still gross
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Being Sombrero

>Nooo! Mierda Norman why didn't I count your good nature in my plan's equation
>My very best friend covered in shit just because of my vengeful spirit. I promise I'll never do anything like this ever again, no matter how annoying the other guy may be
>I'm so sorry Norman, I'll compensate you somehow
>When I get near the kids, I see that Brad is doing his best to help Norman clean up. It seems that even him can be pulento
>"I swear I'll find the one responsible for this Norman" he says while helping our friend
>I just assist them silently
>"Don't worry, it's already in the past" Norman says as if nothing had happened
>He truly is a merciful young man, yet I made him into the victim of this childish prank
>Once we're done cleaning up Norman ad the mess I made, I invite both chavos to grab a bite at my favourite Latinamerican restaurant
>During our meal I get to know that what surprised Brad in the morning was Norman speaking Spanish, and not what he said. Now I really feel like mierda
>When our meal was over, Norman showed me his greatest smile and said
>"Moochahs grahseeahs ehstoh tehneeah sahboar ah meeairdah!" (Muchas gracias, esto tenía sabor a mierda!)
>Instead of jumping to conclusions I just smiled and told him
You really need some Spanish lessons
>This was a long day

Being Norman

>Despite the shitty incident, this was a great day, I got to eat delicious food and Mr. Sombrero will be giving me Spanish lessons for free, so I happily go home
>Once I get back to my place, my dad greets me and says
>"Did you use the Spanish I taught you?"
Yes, thanks for teaching me
>"I see you're happy, what did your friend say about it?"
He liked it so much that he offered me free lessons
>My dad laughs so loudly that it resonates in the whole house
>It's good to see my dad this happy for a reason other than teasing me
>This really was a good day