Prank Masters

4: The Spilling

I closed the bathroom door behind me and folded my muddy clothes into a plastic bag. Leaning against the cubicle door, I sighed, What a tiring day already.

Using the towel the receptionist gave me, I was scrubbing my head so that my hair would dry faster, and I guess it was kind of working—which was a good thing.

I pulled out my timetable from my school blazer and scanned through it. I should be having biology now, but with all this crazy hair and muddy clothes, the receptionist said that it was okay for me to start class in the next period.

I glanced up at the mirror and tried to comb my hair with my five fingers, not working as well as I thought it would.

"Here, you can borrow mine."

I jumped.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

"A little," I replied, awkwardly.

She was a girl with red short hair. Her smile was very sweet, but her eyes were emerald green, making her look like she's a psychic of some kind.

"Are you new?"

I nodded.

"Well, I'm Katrina. But just call me Kat." She offered her hand to me, I shook her hand and smiled back, "I'm Juliet." I replied, "But call me Julie."

Kat looked at me surprised, "Woah, your name is Juliet?" She stared at me from head to toe, "You don't look like a Juliet. I thought you're a Sarah or something."

I shrugged, "Well, my parents are fans of Shakespeare, and so they named me Juliet. But don't call me Juliet, I feel more comfortable with Julie."

She nodded in agreement, "Yeah. I understand." She offered me her hairbrush again, "Okay then, Julie. Do you want to borrow this?"

"Yes. Thank you."

After talking to her for a while, we actually found out that we were in the same English, chemistry and biology class. Then it was lunch.

Kat looked around the school grounds trying to find a seat for us to settle down. I raised my eyebrows, helping her scan through the area, but the shelter area was full. There was literally, no other place to sit, other than the bare ground.

Kat sighed, "I guess we have to take the picnic mat out and sit on the grass." She grinned at me and gave me her bag. "Julie, just stand there by the tree and I'll get the mat from my locker."

I nodded and followed her instructions as she ran back into the hallway.

As I walked closer to the oak tree, I saw that guy again—Ice Pack Stealer. He too was walking towards another oak tree with his group of friends.

"Hey, Rome!" I heard his friends calling, "Did you hear about the new girl?"

He didn't say anything.

"Yeah." The other guy smiled, "I heard that she's pretty tough."

Are they talking about me? I wondered. I paused all the questions that were popping in my head and continued to eavesdrop.

Since I didn't know Ice Pack Stealer friends' names, I started calling them Dude #1, #2 and et cetera.

Dude #1 smiled, "Tough? How tough?"

"Well," Dude #2 started, "I heard that she was the prank master in her previous school. And usually, the other guys would be afraid of her like she's a witch or something."

"Really?" Another guy popped into their conversation.

Dude #2 nodded, "I mean it." He continued, "She's really strong. There was this one time when she broke a football player's arm with her bare hands, and he was actually twice the size of her."