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Same goal. Different motive.
Same family. Different blood.
But there are a few things that keeps them fighting - pran...
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The walk to school with Chad was annoying as always.
"You have a face like a million dollars." He said, out of no where.
"Of course. It's valuable." I said, amused.
"No. It's green and wrinkly." He kicked a pebble at my foot, trying to trip me.
"And you have a face like a potato." I said without thinking. "Just like the skittle potato monster's." I finished, laughing so hard, my cheeks hurt.
"Aren't you going to leave that, already?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked a twig laying on the ground.
"Nope. Potato skittle monsters don't leave anything." I said, my smirk still stuck on my face. I kicked another pebble at his way and he passed it back.
I think I have found the perfect revenge.
We reached school without having to deal with an annoying brat named Chris. They have a holiday because apparently, it's "flower day". And after a few days it would be "water day". Perfect excuse to not go to school, I know.
I made my way to my locker and gave my friend, Greg a high five. No body in this school knows that Chad and I are brothers, except maybe the principal.
"Any pranks today, pink head?" He asked, leaning on the locker next to mine.
I grunted in response, searching for paints in my locker. "Does it really show?" I ruffled my own hair and pulled up my hood.
He just laughed. "Yeah, looks like our school would have a new barbie."
I shot him a playful glare. "You're supposed to be on my side."
"So, what's the plan?" He asked.
"Paint the words, 'potato skittle monster' on Chad's locker." I smirked.
He burst out laughing. "Potato skittle monster?"
I nodded, pulling out the can of pink paint. "We'll do it in lunch." I put the paints back.
I looked down at my schedule (no, I still didn't learn it by heart it because I have other important things to concentrate my awesome brain on) to find that I have history in the first period. With Chad. Perfect.
I stepped into the class five minutes before the bell rang. Unlike some people, I actually enjoy being early to class. I mean – what if a red paint bucket fell on your head as soon as you step in late?
The teacher came in carrying the dreadful history book. I usually sit in the corner of of the class with my chin resting on my palm so I wouldn't get noticed. I could even sleep there and she wouldn't notice me.
She started teaching some random lesson which was apparently "important."
Five minutes later, the door bust open and Chad stood there.
"This time, Ms. Caroline, I have an excuse." He said.
The teacher put her glasses up her nose and crossed her arms. "Yes?"
"My dog ate my laptop so I couldn't do the homework. So I had to stay up all night and work with Einstein to create a mega laptop that might be dangerous to mankind just to complete your heavenly assignment. That. Is why I over slept and missed the flying bus." He concluded, marching his way into the class room. He sat in his usual place, right in front of the teacher so he can disrupt the class.
The class literally burst out in applause. I couldn't help but clap because he did waste five minutes of the period. Forty minutes more.
"I totally believe you, Chad." The teacher said.
Chad beamed.
"Detention for an hour after school today." She continued, going back into the horrible history book.
I put my head down on the table and slept off on my text book, trying to make up for the sleep I lost because I was wrapped in bubble wrap.
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Greg stifled a laugh as I was painting my masterpiece.
"What does that word even mean?" He asked.
"This is Chad's true form." I said, finishing off it with a barbie sticker.
"Why do you guys fight so much?" He asked, amused.
"Uh, because his presence forces me to mentally kill him. I guess the feeling is mutual." I shrugged, putting the paints back in my locker.
Greg took picture of the locker I just painted. It had the words "potato skittle monster" in bold and some babyish drawing next to them. I drew a potato with my left hand – which looked like a deformed football and there were random circles drawn (skittles) and to finish it off, barbie was standing right on top of Mr. Potato. Just perfect.
"No posting it online." I said sternly.
"Yeah, I know." He said, slightly disappointed.
The lunch bell rang, signalling that we don't get to eat today.
This better be worth it.
I saw Ron and Chad coming into the hallway, laughing at some pathetic excuse of a joke.
"Okay, Greg. Act natural." I said, looking in my locker.
"Um, friend, what is your favourite subject?" He asked "casually" leaning on my locker.
Oh lord. Can I have a bigger hand to do a bigger face palm?
"That is the most unnatural thing you could say." I said, getting my books out.
"Whatever." He shrugged. "Can you come over to my place today? I'm calling everyone." He asked.
"No, man. I have practice."
"You never really mentioned what "practice" is." He said.
"It's practice." I said, walking to my next class.
