A book written by a middle schooler: my embarrassment that I can't part from

Prank Wars part 2

This time it was real.

We were going to fuck up their apartment, and they'd never know what hit them, except, they would know it was us because of Prank Wars, and we'd be the only people to do that... but that's not the point!

We were around the corner to Team Suckas apartment, waiting for the last person, Geneva, to leave. We heard the door before we saw her. We all ducked behind the house plants we brought, no masks for us, and waited till she passed.

I looked through the leaves and saw her red hair flash by. I heard the elevator open, then close. "It's go time." I whispered.

Emilie used her stealth ninja moves to unlock the door, and disable the alarm. We all walked in to be in the foyer, to be greated by some crazy ass shit.

A big whiteboard was in the center, with all our faces on it. It had lists of dates, locations, weaknesses, and stuff I don't even think you want me to mention. Was Laura really that chubby?

Kwai walked forward, "Who's Steven Anthony Lawrence?" He asked and turned to me. "It's... not important right now. What is everyone going to do?" I pointed to Laura, "Fill all their shoes with shaving cream." I pointed to Emilie, "Fill their walls with sticky notes." I pointed to Kwai, "Stand guard." I pointed to Abby, "Take a lot of selfies on all their devices." "Perfect.' I mumbled.

I pointed to Julia, "Move all the things on their desk one inch to the left, except the stapler, and then they'll think we moved their stapler!" she said enthusiastically. "Diabolical." I said. "What will you be doing Claire?" Laura asked. "I will be doing the nastiest prank ever..."

I ran up to the roof, all the sheets from their beds in my arms. I set them down, pulled out my honey jars from my military issued cargo pants, and poured it all over. Once they were covered, I let the feathers go. I stuck millions of feathers on the sheets. I thought to myself, they are going to have to clean this for hours.

I ran downstairs to find my teammates working. "Excellent." I said, "but we're missing one thing." I pulled out my spray pant can, and wrote on their window, Team Sucka- Sucka dick!

"Alright troops, let's move out!" I yelled. We all ran out the door next door to our apartment.

We waited. And waited. And waited. And after 2 pizzas a 6 pack and 14 rounds of President, they finally came back to their apartment. We pressed our ears against the wall and listened. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying and yelling but I'm pretty sure it went something like this:

"OMG! Team Awesome is going to win!" "What are we going to do?" "Oh no! Someone notes on the wall!" "Gosh darn it! My slippers are filled with shaving cream!" "Oh no! Someone took 1639 selfies on my iPad! This will take FOREVER to delete!" "Oh no! Someone moved the stapler!" "Where's our bedding? It's on the roof covered in honey and feathers! It'll take hours to clean!" "Damn you Team Awesome!"

We all laughed at their confused tones, until there was a knock on the door. I ran to open it, and found Kyras angry face, "You may have one the battle, but we can still win the war... As in Prank Wars." she explained. "Yeah, I got that." "I would like to offer a one week truce, to regroup and come up with plans." She held out her hand, and I shook it. "You have a deal." And I slammed the door in her face.

"What was that?" Abby asked. "I have struck a deal with the devil herself, Kyra. We have a one week truce." Kwai looked excited, "One week?" He asked. "Um, I said one week right?" He pumped his fist and ran out the door.

"Well, that was weird." I said. But little did I know what he had planned...