A Prankster's Revenge

Chapter One- I had been an idiot

A/N: Hello! This is the first chapter of my first ever novel, so don't judge to harshly. Please vote and comment. Any helpful constructive criticism is wanted! Enjoy! :)

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I walked between the rows of caravans, tents, and mobile homes. The sun was beating down on my bare shoulders, my face was at least covered in the shade of my cap.

As I turned the corner I couldn't help but roll my eyes, thankful that they were hidden behind my reflective sunglasses.Oh my. There was what looked like a hula hooping competition taking place on a wide stretch of grass.

A series of middle-aged women were canting to one another in support. "You can do it Sandra, just five more minutes!"

"Yeah Sandra, think about Michael's face when he next sees you!" A short, rather pump women encouraged, eyes wide. "We're going to look HOT!"

Well at least they were trying to keep active. I had to give it to them. They definitely did look hot. But maybe not in the way they were intending; with sweat pouring off their tanned faces.

Spending too much time by myself wasn't good for my sanity. An image of me as an irritable old lady, throwing books at people came to mind. Maybe that wouldn't be too bad. I mean I enjoyed reading. So I was part of the way there.

Coming up to a small playground, I took a seat on the closest swing and pushed off looking at the beach ahead. Next to me, two young girls were battling it out for whom could get the last swing. A
Suddenly, a girl wearing a striped dress tried to sink her teeth into the other girl's arm.

"Ouch Casey!" The other girl wailed in pain. "Mummy! Casey bit me! And it really hurt!"

Okay maybe she hadn't said the last part, but after spending many an evening watching YouTube videos I couldn't help myself. I just smirked shaking my head at the young children, pushing my curling hair off my shoulder.

The view was scenic. Blue waves crashed onto the shore, sheltered by the surrounding headlands. The sun was being scattered on the water, seagulls gently bobbing. I turned my head over my shoulder and admired the camp. It looked like paint had exploded everywhere and on everything. Colour ebbed its way throughout, whether on bunting or on the buildings.

In the last week there had been a few stories drifting around of people having moved dead, washed up barrel jelly fish, to inside camper's tents. I think I would have a heart attack if I woke up one morning to find one on the floor by my flip-flops.

I wasn't sure if I believed the rumours, and I doubted anyone would go to the trouble of carrying their 15kg bodies into our tent.  So I wasn't worried. But knowing my luck, I wouldn't cross it off as a possibility. Especially as Penpool Beach had a reputation of weird thing happening here.

After few more minutes of listening to the girls scream at each other, I started back towards my tent, giving my swing away. Once there I picked up my swimming stuff and headed towards the indoor pool on the other side of the campsite.

I couldn't be dealing with fighting siblings right now; I've had enough of that with Will. Every week my family would gather around and divulge in a different game. They were extremely competitive with a stubborn attitude to compete with a donkey's. Every sneaky and tactful approach would be taken to ensure a victor.

My friends would refuse to come over if that was on the agenda. Claiming they couldn't be dealing with our "issues". I'm not quite sure what they ever mean by that.

Now we were out here by the beach it had been no different.

Last night, we had split into two teams of two. I was with my Dad, and my brother, Will, with Mum. We played a very aggressive game of miniature paintball. Each person got a toy gun filled with packets of watery paint, and the team with the least paint on them at the end won.