The Prankster

Chapter 1 [Alana Picture on the side]

Edited.

Chapter One

"And I assume you will do something to improve your daughter's childish behavior. She has made so many mistakes and with one more incident, she will be expelled no matter the consequences." Mr. Will said, while his rainbow afro was shaking. Do not ask me how he does that.

I looked around the small office. Brown was everywhere; walls, desk, drawers, books, seats, even the goddamn mug! Seriously, the only colorful thing about Mr. Will's office was his afro, and I must say it looked very terrible with his (shocker!) brown suit. The plants were ordered by size and height by the window, the books were lined up alphabetically, the desk and the seats on straight angle. All this OCD organizing had me squirming under it. It feels like some kind of a mental hospital for perfections and I am extremely uncomfortable right now. I am used to colorful, bright colors, a little messy but still coordinated environment, and if you see my mother, you will know that immediately.

Speaking of my mother, she was now sitting in her seat, trying so hard (and it's seriously not working) not to laugh. Well, I presume my newest prank with my gang was indeed, once again, successful. Sure, it was tricky to get to the principal's house and break in it while everyone else on this continent is sleeping, go in to his bedroom and try to not wake him and his (snoring) wife, make a fabulous afro, and then abra-cadabra out of the house before the sun had risen. Honestly, we made so much mess and so many colors were flying around, and while I was painting his hair, Alex, my best friend, was literally rolling on the floor, banging and muffling his laughter.

Yeah, that much work.

Well, it was worth it.

Obviously.

"Now, as a punishment, I assume that cleaning the gym and the science lab for one week for you and your friends, Alana, is enough, am I right?" The principal said looking at me sternly with the 'don't-argue-with-me' look that looked straigt out hilarious with his rainbow hair.

"Yes, of course Mr. Will, I will make sure Alana gets the proper punishment." My dad said with a sternly face, though you could see the wrinkles around his eyes more visible by trying not to laugh. 

The principal had a satisfied smirk then turned again at me. "Alana, I hope this would be your last prank. One more incident and as I said, you will get expelled. Mark my words."

God he looks like a child molester when he squints his eyes like that.

I shake off that thought and fully comprehend what he is saying. And in conclusion, this, my dear friends is my cue to leave. You see, when the principle starts talking about expelling, you should get the fuck out. No hestitation, no second thought. Only one goal. 

Get. The. Fuck. Out. 

"Okay Mr. W, I have to get to class so I'll see you! And mom, can we have meatballs for dinner?" I asked my mom with my famous puppy dog eyes, that believe me, saved me from a hell lot of trouble.

She sighed at my expression and then nodded in defeat. I pumped my fist in the air and screamed 'YES!', getting a very angry look from the principal.

"So..." I extended the 'o' , getting an, once again,  annoyed glance from the proncipal. "...yeah, uh, I have.. a cat to.. feed." I said awkwardly and I fastened my pace out of the office, ignoring the principal's 'Wait!' and rushed out of the building and into the school's yard to the old oak tree that was lonely with its old branches. It looks sad. And it is also where I usually meet up with my gang.

"Yo, guys, what's up?" I asked while making the gang move we made. It's basically a little bit of throwing your hands in the air, something like the 'bring it' move. A serious geeky and cliche move that opposing gangs make. It's our thing. Making fun of all old, cliche and easily-predicted movies with gangs and mafias. We only need some bandanas, a hispanic accent (since coincidentally all mafias are Spanish according to Hollywood), and some fake guns to show how much of american gangsters we are.