Into The Night

Two

I set my alarm way too early last night.

My alarm rung up and I hit it with my hand immediately. Oh well, I don't remember any good dreams that had been cut by me waking up so I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and tried to be a good morning person. . . though I really am sleepy.

All I want to remember is why I've set my alarm too early today, five a.m. is a bit too much. As I try to, I fixed my bed and put some clothes on.

Last night. . . was amazing. Our team sort of lost but whatever, it was still fun.

Finally, I remembered why I've set it too early, I needed to pack my bags just in case the flight is today. I don't know when the actual flight is, some of the students in the program haven't contacted me, apart from one who told me the flight is tomorrow, not that I don't trust him but I really need to pack now. I love him already, but what was his name? I think it was Dane.

Screw me for memorising historical names easily but not people in my daily life.

I packed my bags, including most of my uniforms and winter clothes. It took me a whole while yet I eventually finished. As I was zipping up my last travel bag, mum enters the room.

"Wow, you've done it all by yourself," Mum said, honestly, it almost sounded sarcastic. . .  well, I think she meant it that way.

Mum. . . there's no wondering where I got the flare.

"Dane said it's tomorrow," I said with a smile. "Here's your responsible young chap."

She laughed, "Who is Dane?"

I shrugged, "Honestly, I don't know," I answered. "But, he's in on the program as well and I figured, might as well ask him. None of them are leaguers anyways, mundanes." I huffed. "So I'm not that close to them. . . I might have pranked them once or twice."

"Harry," Mum said in her own tone as if to say I'm in trouble. . . or almost there.

Yet, I'm pretty much sure that she won't be able to punish me since, I might be leaving tomorrow. . . that and I'll be turning ninteen.

I laughed, "What? That's how I get by with school, I don't hurt them," I replied truthfully. Usually when I do my pranks, I take precautionary measures and as much as possible, never hurt anyone. If it does happen, I always come clean.

"Yes but--"

"Mum," I said with a sigh. I stood up and faced her, "you know I always apologise after. . . in some ways."

"I know, Hazz," Mum said. "But not everybody can appreciate pranks like you do."

"Always have kept that in mind," I said with a cheeky smile. "Just, mum--" I paused to look if she's paying attention and she is. "Try not to get emotional tomorrow."

She scoffed, "Of course, not."

And that is why I love my mum so much.

After packing up all of my necessities,  –don't ask me what I brought– I decided to log into my laptop again. I checked the Hansson website, in another top is the league's and the last is a random oldies songs from the eighties in YouTube.

I hummed along the songs as I looked for the active members and their pranks. . .

Well, none of them seems to have topped off that top prank from about, maybe two years ago, someone led some sort of marathon, that wasn't the most impressing thing about that. What's impressive is it was led by a leaguer, fourteen years old at that time, got to gather about a few hundred students and got them to ring every doorbell along way, disturbing the sleep of hundreds of residence. It was somewhere in America, I just don't remember where. . . or is it Canada?