Pranking The Prank King

Chapter 4: Sweet revenge

The ringing of the alarm clock woke me up. It was 6 sharp and the skies were still a bit dark from the rain that fell earlier this morning. I loved the rain. It took me back to the days my father used to keep me inside so I won't get sick. It was also a reminder that I needed a heater.

I pulled the sheets off me and placed my feet on the cold floor.

First, I got pranked by a rich boy for doing absolutely nothing. I had to walk to the girls toilet yesterday with people starring and laughing at me. I got everyone's attention and it was the worst thing I thought would happen to me besides dying.

It was the first time I got pranked and the first time I was humiliated in front of teenagers. Before yesterday, I didn't know how being humiliated was but I understood that feeling and it was really bad.

I had no idea how I would walk into that school without getting stares. People would point fingers and gossip about me. I would be the number one trending topic. The once quiet and shy nobody is now the gist of the whole school.

That was going to end. With the help of my annoying best friend, I plotted a revenge against him. Dylan was in for it. I was going to give him a taste of his own poison. I might as well be the first person to do this. It could lead me into more trouble but It was worth the risk.

As if yesterday's prank wasn't enough, I got home and met my mom waiting to punish me for lying to her yesterday. At first, I thought she wasn't at home but as I turned to go upstairs, I heard the flick of the switch and the white light brightened up the place. She was on the armchair at the corner so the action only made it look like it was a movie.

You know, those movies where a teenager gets caught for sneaking out.

I didn't get away with this one. She was pouncing on me before I knew it. She dragged me to the kitchen, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut my baby.

She cut my hair

When the realization hit me, she was already done with cutting my hair. I saw the strands fell off one after the other. I begged and begged but it was no avail. She did what she felt was right as a punishment for the stunt i pulled yesterday morning.

When she was done, she kicked me, whispered words no one would want to hear from their mothet and left the house to go to a club or something.

I didn't bother looking at the mirror or crying. What was the point of crying when it wouldn't bring back my hair? I picked up the strands on the floor, kept in in a plastic bag and took it with me upstairs. I dropped it somewhere in the corner and spent the night completing my assignment.

I was glad she didn't come back home later.

I walked to the bathroom and took my bathroom and took a look at the mirror to check the damage. My hair was so short, it only reached my neck. It was cut unevenly but the shortest was the front hair that reached my neck.

I wouldn't say I didn't care about my looks because no one saw me.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and completed it myself. I kept cutting till it was even. At the end, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I washed my hair properly with shampoo and spent some minutes beneath the shower. When I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked out of the bathroom. I wore a T-shirt and blue jeans with my pair of scruffy old sneakers. The T-shirt was my father's. I had the exact same replica of it. We used to wear it for golf before he left. After he died, I took all his t-shirts and some other tops I could wear They were oversized but comfortable. My mom burned his remaining clothes and every other memory of him.