~ Chapter 1 ~

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QOTC (Quote Of The Chapter):

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." -J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

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I snickered looking at the bucket of mud above my brothers bedroom door.

Me being the evil genius I am, hung that above his door before I went to bed last night.

Currently, I'm supposed to be downstairs, eating bacon and eggs right now, but, I can't miss this.

Today is the first day of school. For me, it's the first day of senior year.

What better way to start off the day than to mess with my 13-year-old brother?

Waiting for him to open his door, I pull out my phone and open the camera app, ready to record his reaction.

I hear his footsteps coming closer to the door and I immediately press the record button.

He opens the door, and bam!

He gets soaked in the mud water I collected from last night's rain.

He stands frozen for a moment before finally realizing what I had done and began cursing me and 'casting the plague' on me.

Me, on the other hand, I recorded the whole thing, and once I stopped the video, I fell to the floor, laughing the living daylights out of me.

My brother glares at me before slamming his door shut and yelling, "I will get my revenge, Maddie!"

I keep on laughing before finally being able to say, "I'd like to see you try, little bro!"

I stand up and run downstairs, eager to eat my breakfast.

Today's my lucky day since Finnigan (my brother) won't be down for another 30 minutes.

I get downstairs into the kicthen and say 'morning' to my mother who is washing the pan.

"Morning sweetie." She says, smiling.

I sit at one of the stools and began to devour the food in front of me.

"Where's your brother?" She asked.

I snort. "I poured mud all over him." I told her.

She looks up at me and laughs.

Yeah, pranking runs through the family.

My mom, my aunties, and uncles all used to prank each other when they were my age (which is 17 by the way).

My mother, was the best at pranking. After all, I would have never been what I am today.

In case you have t already guessed, I am a prankster.

I've been one since I was 8, and haven't changed since.

I inherited my mother's talent and evolved it into something that I can work with.

Meaning, what used to be my mothers work is now maneuvered to cooperate with me, and how I operate my pranks.

I'm not one to do amateur pranks.

'Snakes-in-a-can' can kiss my ass of they want to be a part of my cynical pranks.

My friends Jayde and Ariana are used to this.

After all, being my friends who have been with me since the 3rd grade, they've had their fair share of my malevolent pranks.

But, as we grow up, it's getting hard to prank them.

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