Catcher in the Rye 15-16

Ding! The bell sounds as the students at Mason Intermediate rush away from the lunch room, making sure to put their trays away. One by one, they toss the trays onto the stack, no sense of order or cleanliness. After seeing the monstrous creation of the students, a loud voice in my mind screams at me to put things in order. Every day, this would be the pattern. I didn't care if anyone knew it was me. I didn't even care that I was doing a good thing. The fact that the others were being so disorganized just irritated me. If I didn't straighten them, who would?