The Legacy Of Jewelox

CHAPTER 19

     I did some adjustments to Qeela's locker. She’s a close friend of mine, grade 11.

     She was talking with Stella while strolling to her locker. Me and Rachel hid in a barren classroom right in front of her locker.

     “And I guess I do...”, I heard Qeela saying. I saw her give Stella a small grin before opening her locker. Stella was about to answer but before she could, Qeela looked into her locker, a brief flash of recognition flashed through her eyes and she promptly closed them. Two seconds after, a spray of glue squirted out at her followed by a puff of pink glitter that was now sticking to her hair and face.

     “WHAT THE FU—“, she started to scream but cut off by me yelling,

     “PRANKED YA!”

     “HOW?!”, she yelled loudly, wiping her face with the inside of her shirt. She was now in a puddle of pink glitter and people ambling past would either deliver mystified looks or laugh. “As if glitter isn’t hard enough to get off, you had to add the glue?”

     Rachel was laughing next to me. I smirked with a nod, “I rigged it, so the glue would squirt out first and then the glitter would fly to your face”

     “Why?”, Qeela didn’t direct the question at me but looked up at the sky instead.

     “Well, guess who isn’t opening her locker today”, Stella smirked sharing a ten with each me and Rachel.

     Just like that, I had let in twenty frogs into my history teacher's room and their entire period was focused on finding them.

     When it was gym for the grade tens, I somehow managed to place a basket on the ceiling over Emily’s locker. So after Emily had a shower, I tugged at the string and two dozen eggs fell on her head.

     The best prank was during the first interval where Rachel and I took our seats with the grade eleven girls since I’m much close to them than the grade ten ones. Qeela had just finished telling them about my prank earlier and everyone were roaring with laughter. I offered them some lemonade and they naturally agreed. After all of them, exclude Rachel, had taken a sip, I declared “We pranked you!” and proclaimed the water we had used to make the lemonades were from the toilet.

     The staircase was united with whipped cream. I microwaved several soaps making them look like bread and replaced them with the ones in the cafeteria. I invented some of the grade eight's homework in Jell-O.

     Lastly, itching powder in places itching powder shouldn’t be.

     “Okay, one last!”, I pleaded Rachel. She rolled her eyes at me.

     “Do you listen when I state the word no?”

     I pretended to think before shaking my head no.

     So in the end, I planned on pulling just one prank on our caretaker. In the restricted floor, there’s this one room where centipedes and millipedes live. I rented a few and let them wander around in the closet. Deigo Prawl LOATHES centipedes and millipedes. We hid behind the statue of Sir William Siren when we heard footsteps.

      Prawl was whizzing an awful tune as he opened the door to the whole area of broomsticks, buckets, washing powders, mops, dusters and such along with a limited amount of unwelcomed guests.

      His face turned white, dropping the mop he was toldng. “LIZ SUMMER! I KNOW IT'S YOU! I’VE HAD IT! I’M GOING TO THE PRINCIPAL!”, he shimmered. “I'VE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH!”

     He commenced his dash to the principal's office. I guffawed at the look on his face. Rachel was about to laugh when her face turned pale in realisation.

     “Okay, NOW what are you gonna do? You’d be called to the principal's!”, Rachel soughed, as we ascended down the stairs.

     “Chillax! I can talk myself out!”, I sneered.

     Rachel face-palmed herself. “The last time you said that you flared and stormed out of his office while he was surmising with you. And THAT, my dear, was a humiliation for him since the board of directors, staffs and past students just witnessed the whole scene”

     “Yes, yes, thank you for reminding me of that. Just what I needed. You know me so well!”, I rolled my eyes at her sarcastically.

     Before she could say anything, two juniors, Lilly and Cali, came up to us with awed looks.

     “Yes? How could we help you?”, I interrogated.

     They blushed before asking, “A-a-are you guys p-part of B-Blackstars?”, Lilly asked with those hefty silver eyes of hers.

     “We sure are!”, Rachel grinned at the two girls. They squealed before coughing and turning to us.

     “Erm... Big sister Liz is to meet with the principal right now...”, Cali said shyly. I groaned and patted their heads with a thank you before moving towards the direction of the office with Rachel behind me. Rachel jumped in front of me, jogging backwards and giving me a lecture about what I must absolutely not do.

     “I’ll be fine”, I didn’t bother rolling my eyes.

     I shuffled to the other side of the wooden door with my face masked blank behind the cold fury. On the office chair was a man with a silver beard and a tremendous tummy! He wasn’t exactly a fatty but he has a big stomach. His eyes were light blue and he was wearing his usual attire. Shirt, tie, trousers, shoes. I wonder if there is at least one principal who dresses casually. That’s like wondering whether it will rain smartphones.

     I jerked myself on a chair without waiting for his authority. Prawl gaped at my manner but Principal Alec wasn’t in the slightest fazed by my behaviour.

     “Deigo, I’m sorry for the drawback. I’ll take it from here. You are dismissed”

     “But sir—”

     “Dismissed!”, he said smartly and Deigo clenched his jaw, scowling at me before leaving the scene. I smirked with satisfaction. Okay, by now you might’ve realised this that, one’s anger is my pleasure.

     The principal ran his hand through his hair strained. “Why? Why, I wonder. What did I do to deserve such troublemakers from your class?”, he directed the query towards the ceiling.

     I gave a cough as to remind him about last year’s incidentt. He ignored that. “Welp, please try and cause LESS turmoil in the future”

     I smirked in denial. “Thassit? Well, I’m assuming it is so I’ll dismiss myself now”, I snarled, heading for the door thinking every second in this room was strictly what Rachel told me to avoid doing.

     Once I stormed out, I dragged Rachel with me.

     “Lemme guess! You had my temper”, Rachel sighed wearily.

     “So? It’s YOUR fault!”, I ‘humph’ed.

     “WHAT?! How in the glade is it MY fault?!”, she fumed. “YOU were the one in there! Not ME!”

     “Your temper is contagious”, I replied simply. She groaned stuck between making the decision whether I possessed no brain or if I escaped from the mental hospital.