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Classic Senior Pranks

Classic Senior Pranks

I sat on my bed, my body covered in nothing but a towel. Staring intently at the dress hanging on my closet door, my hardest decision currently being 'makeup, hair, or dress first. I cared about absolutely nothing at the moment. I felt so carefree. I also wanted an ice cream sundae, but that doesn't matter right now. Finally deciding upon makeup first, I sat my butt at the wooden vanity claiming its spot right next to my door.

Spongebob Squarepants was playing on the tv behind my back, I found myself giggling a few times at the immaturity of the purely classic show. I grabbed my makeup bag from inside one of the drawers belonging to the vanity and emptied its contents in front of me. It's always been this way, every single morning, for as long as I can remember. Me sitting in the same exact spot appyling the same ammount of makeup; eyeliner, mascara, and very little concealer. It gets old sometimes, constantly seeing the same scenery every day, performing the same exact routine. Soon, 3 days to be exact, that would all change. Everything would be mixed up and exotic, and I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it. I like to be organized, to have schedules and I'm terrified of change. Change is

The sun was out, a beautiful day for an outdoor graduation. Why it was outdoors, no one will ever know. There was a great gym in the Highschool, why not use it? Instead, everyone will be sitting outside, hot and sweaty, makeup running down their faces. I bet there's gonna be a ton of complaints from the parents; it's supposed to be 94 degrees today. The administrators really need to think about this more thouroughly. This is ridiculous. It's a little weird to think about: I've been to so many graduations as a youth (all 3 of my brothers, my sister in law, cousins, it's a lot to me), sitting in the same rusty old chairs fanning my face with the programs, sweating my ass off. I'd always wondered how the graduates felt, or if they were as hot and miserable as the crowd. Now, here I am, experiencing for myself.

I decided it was finally time to put on my dress and pulled up the top of the beautiful mint dress. It was strapless and had a sweetheart neckline that pulled the dress all together. It was absolutley gorgeous. Wearing heels is something I love, but to school, or a graduation? I think not, so my mom acquired me a pair of mint green vans to match the hue of the dress. Thank goodness, there was no way I'd be caught wearing death traps on my feet for the big day. Tripping and falling on my ass, no thanks, I'll pass.

"MOM," I called down for the petit woman. She was the spectacullar individual who always did my hair fancily. I couldn't do it for the life of me. It was always the formal hairstyles she did amazing, she never ceased to amaze me. Events like my first day of kindergarten, countless proms and dances, parties, she did it all, and I always gave her the deserved credit for it.

"Stop screaming, you little shit, I'll be up in a minute! Calm down!" She yelled back. Mom's mouth was probably my favorite thing ever, and all my friends loved it. Her stories from when she was delinquent, don't even get me started. Yet, somehow, she is still an amazing mom. Not likeone of those parents who try to be their kids' friends by letting them do whatever they wanted, leading them to rebellion. She's also not like one of those freaks who basically live up their childs' asses. She was perfect, and I must say, she raised me perfectly fine.

She reached the top of the stairs with a soft thud and entered my bedroom. Saying my mother looked beautiful would be an understatement. She looked breathtakingly stunning. Her dress and heels were a nice shade of pink. Straps criss-crossed her chest, meeting the rest of the fabric on her deep collar bones.

Her nimble fingers went to work right away on my deep red hair that was dyed just months ago. The tugs and pulls she performed left a burning sensation on my scalp after only 3 minutes. The finished project was more than worth it, though. It was only a messy bun, but it was so perfectly put-together that it'd easily be mistaken for a professionally done hairstyle.

I turned around in the stool and focused in on the beautiful woman standing before me. Tears brimming her eyes, a sad smile on her lips, I felt myself get a little choke up.

"Today is the day," she said, her voice cracking at the end. Knowing that I'd probably join her in tearing up, I answered with a small smile and a short nod of my head. "I'm proud of you, kid." Her arms wrapped around my shoulders giving me a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before traipsing downstairs. I sat in the mirror for a while lomger, admiring the way my mother perfectly molded my hair together without a single flaw, a single mistake.

"Viv, let's go!" My dad called. I took one final glance in the mirror, adjusting my red locks, and headed downstairs to greet my family. There sat the Brady Bunch, consisiting of my mom, dad, three brothers, sister-in-law, neice, and grandparents. Seriously, it was impossible to take my family anywhere in public, for the fact that there are tons of us, and we can be quite obnoxious.

Just as I realized how many people were going to be supporting me at graduation, my face instantly paled.

Do you know how loud they'll be screaming when my name is called from the podium?

The'yre going to embarrass the shit out of me.

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"Where the hell have you been! I've been blowing up your phone, going crazy!" Sami ran up to me as I stepped into the hallway of the school. I smiled at her. Typical Sami, always overreacting.

"Calm down, I'm two minutes later than I said I'd be here." I replied with a chuckle.

"Yeah, two minutes too many! You're never late!"

"Please stop screaming I'd like to graduate with my hearng, thanks."

She looked over at my over-populated family walking into the building. "Not with your whole family, you won't. They're gonna be loud as shit!"

I glared at her. She knew I hated my family being everywhere togther, stuck like glue. Her family was small, nice, and put-together. Living with mine was like living with a zoo!

"You know, I hear Brett Lancanda is planning the best senior prank in the history of senior pranks. Supergluing all the teacher's supplies in a pile on their desks, then painting the entire thing blue. Pretty clever, if you ask me." Sami said. I giggled a little bit and nodded my head. Sami could tell I was nervous to walk the line and graduating with valedictorian, hell i'm always nervous, but she always said the right things to get me to relax, and it was working.

"Oh, and there's a TON of parties with a TON of cute seniors who are supposed to be there," she informed me with a cheeky grin on her face to lighten the mood.

"Really, Sami, a ton? You mean it?" I mocked her and we both giggled, strutting into the gym where my diploma would soon be in my hand, my future aching to begin.