Darius thought of an idea, "Got it! We steal Kenji's captain hat."
He has us hooked up so far, "Uh huh. And then?" Brooklyn asks.
Darius tried to add on, "We...don't give it back?" We both gave him a look that said "seriously?" "Yup, lame. I know. When you have an older sibling, you're usually the prank VICTIM, not the prank planner."
I added on to his idea before, for him, "We could take Kenji's captain hat, fill it up with dino crap and once he puts it on his head..."
Brooklyn gave a reaction I expected, "Ugh, I cannot unsee that. He's obviously doing this for a reaction. We need something epic or he'll never leave us alone." Brooklyn turned to me, "Um, Aanya. You ARE the oldest sibling in your family, so I AM guessing you're a pretty good prank planner?"
I asked, "Huh? Me? I'm not a good prank planner, where the heck did you get that from?"
"I was assuming. So...what do YOU think we should do?"
I tried to thing, "What if we slowly and methodically make Kenji believe that he never existed? And, when he's on the verge of total madness, we'll be like, 'Gotcha!'"
Darius answered, "That might be TOO intense. Maybe we—" We both heard firecrackers drop down on us, so we ducked. The prank culprit laughed in triumph again.
I groaned, "SERIOUSLY, KENJI?!"
"I know right, hahaaa! Too easy. Too easy," Kenji said in between giggles.
Darius said, "All ideas are BACK on the table."
"The more intense, the better," Brooklyn added.
YOU ARE READING
Camp Cretaceous: Its death time (rewritten)
HorrorI have written this story before. But over time, I have become a better author, so I will be rewriting this story in a better way. This is all from my perspective as I made myself as one of the characters.
