Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

Gardening Gloves

Then it got worse. Inside the box, someone had planted Frank’s own gardening gloves. The principal’s eyes hardened.

“You’re the only one with keys besides me,” he said coldly. “I can’t trust you.” Frank’s hands shook as he protested, but nobody listened. The gloves had been stolen from him, twisted into damning evidence. His pleas fell on deaf ears.