Life in a Box

"What goes up, must come down," I tell my little brother. His underwear has been tied to a flagpole and I am driving him back to the house before I go to do my homework at Winnie's house.

"Dawn, Why do these things happen to me? Why do they all pick on me? Is there something wrong with me Dawn?" Asks my little brother Ace. He sniffs and adjusts his glasses. His brown hair is still slicked back and his shirt is still tucked in.

"No of course not!" I tell him. I smile. "Your my little perfectionist who likes homework and cooking. But nobody can see past your glasses these days. How about after school tomorrow we get you some contacts? Does that sound good?" I ask.

"Really?" He asks and wipes his eyes.

"Of course!"

"Thank you Dawn!" He smiles and runs into the house. I chuckle.

Ace is in seventh grade and can't seem to get them bullies off of him. He has light brown hair like mine and we live with our grandma since our parents died. I get bullied to, but I know how to make them stop. I back out of the driveway and head down the street to Winnie's place. Winnie and I have been best friends since sixth grade, and now we are graduating high school.

Winnie is gorgeous and popular. She has Black hair and bangs with light blue eyes. When she opens the door she is in simple striped pajamas. "Ready for the prank?" She asks.

I pull spray paint out of my jacket pocket. "As I'll ever be." I smile.She laughs. "This is gonna be priceless."

"Well Bowen is in the bathroom right now." She says. I laugh loudly. And we hear a groan from upstairs. We both laugh really quietly.

"What are you going to do to me?" Asks a husky low voice from upstairs. "Make it good whatever it is," he laughs and we hear thumps on the stairs. Bowen comes down in a robe and pajama pants, "My stuff is your stuff apparently!" He says sarcastically. We giggle and head upstairs.

The door to his room is wide open. I walk in first and the next thing I know I hear a bucket creak over. I smile and dive into his carpet. "Nice try Bowen!" Me and Winnie scream in together.

"Come on he hasn't set anymore traps." I say. "He's to dumb " I say quieter. Winnie steps over the blue pant. We walk to his bathroom and I open the can of spray pant. "Let's do this," I say and Winnie grins.

"I know what we're gonna say by the way." She nods again.

"THE GALS WE HERE!!!" I scream while spray painting. We hear a groan from downstairs and double over in laughter.

The prank wars, we just won yet another round.