Constellations || On Hold

III

The past few weeks had been very interesting, well at least for someone who had decided to be a classic bitch and played some very amusing pranks on me. Though I had to admit that person was really good at doing so.

Prank Day 1: My pencil case was hijacked and taken hostage by someone until Alex found it and gave it to me. That was really nice of him. As for my pencil case, let's just say, it wasn't a pleasant sight; my ink cartridges were swapped around. The question paper I was answering had mentioned clearly in bold 'Use black pen only', and because of my ink cartridges being replaced I ended up writing in blue.

Then when I decided to use white out, I applied some and realized that 'hey, this is no white out it's clearly glue!' And then when I was going to highlight some points in my book someone decided to fill my highlighter with some weird black liquid and it messed up my new book!

Ugh!

Prank Day 8: Bees. There were freaking bees in my locker tied up in a nice gift pouch! I really wish I hadn't opened that thing...

Prank Day 15: There was a roach in my bag and it was a fake one but it looked so real it scared the living shit out of me. Hey its completely normal to be scared of roaches, okay.

Prank Day: I-lost-count-of-what-day-it-is: here's how it went:

I was feeling tired in the middle of chemistry class, so Mr. Brown sent me to the washroom to wash my face so it would help me feel fresh. Apparently, I left my cardigan behind on the back of my chair. When I got back to class I just sat there listening to Mr. Brown's lecture. When the class ended I decided to wear my cardigan and that was a huge mistake. Instantly I started itching all over my arms and neck, it was getting unbearable.

At first, I thought I'm having some kind of allergic reaction to something but then when I removed my cardigan I spotted the problem.

Powder. Itching powder.

I mean, seriously? I suffered the whole day itching myself like a dog infected by fleas only to find out that I'm not turning into one but there was itching powder in the cardigan. I'm totally going to murder this person!

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It's the end of the week

Finally.

There hadn't been a single prank played on me throughout these five blessed days,

Which had me kind of worried.

I got home with a certain person named 'Alexander Gold' on my mind, don't take your thoughts down the gutter I don't like him okay. That guy gives off a bad aura that screams trouble with a capital T-R-O-U-B-L-E. It's just that he reminded me of someone I used to know as a kid...

*Flashback*

I was in my backyard playing with my favorite ball all alone since dad was at work and mum was cooking up some food. I would throw the ball high up in the air and wait for it to come back down. It was so fascinating and it had a calming effect on me as I watched it go up and down. This was a game I came up with. I would do this every day when I was alone, it became a habit.

Suddenly I shot the ball up with too much force and it went over the fence of the neighboring house and I began to panic.

It's not like I've never been to our neighbor's house before, we knew them pretty well in fact. More like mum and dad knew them pretty well, I wasn't really comfortable around their son.

I maneuvered my way around the fence and entered their territory seeing as the fence door was left open I easily entered and began looking for my ball without telling anybody.