Opening my eyes, I can feel my chest tightening. Do you know that feeling when you're sleeping and you just get so damn nervous and excited? That when you are in your deep slumber, you just wake up and put your hand over your heart, because you feel something that is hard to describe whether if it's anxiety or excitement or if it's a mixture of both?
Yeah, that was what I'm feeling right now. That feeling woke me up, sitting up on my comfy bed. I can see that it's still dark. I grabbed my phone and see that it's only 5:38 A.M. Almost 5 hours of sleep, why am I not tired?
Swinging my legs slowly, I stood up and I quietly walked over at my sleeping friends and I just have the best idea ever.
Hmmm, since it is almost 6 o'clock in the morning Lola would be awake in a few. Continuing to walk slowly and carefully, I made my way to the door. Once I've made it, I opened it and once again I slowly closed it to avoid any sound that might wake them up.
"What's gonna be the best and last prank ever?" I thought to myself.
I scanned the living room. What could be the materials needed? I need something that will wake them up and hurt them in the process. I know it's evil and cruel, but eh this is my last chance. Before that, I spotted the earrings Lola's been looking for. I found it right under the coffee table. I lie down on the floor to get it. I turn around on my back, still lying down and observed it. Yep, this is the one. I sat up hitting my face on the process. Ow!
"Fuck!" I whispered while rubbing my face. So stupid, I didn't thought of that.
That hurt. Wait, sitting up and hitting your face on the process...bingo! I now know what to do. I just need coffee tables and an air horn. Now, how many coffee tables do I need?
"What are you doing?" I looked up to see Papa standing there. He's giving me a confused glance. Whoops! I guess I look stupid at his point of view. I inched downward and sat up. And once again I sat up slowly. Careful not to hit my face again or my forehead.
"Well, I found Lola's missing earring piece and hit my face on the process. I'm totally fine and don't forget it's 6 fucking o'clock in the morning and I'm lying here on the ground. No big deal." I rambled on, totally pissed at myself for hitting myself.
Great, getting pissed at yourself is totally not fine. Specially, when the reason is so stupid and I just dropped the f-bomb at my father. Great!
He just raised his eyebrows and nodded. Hey, I'm old enough to cuss, but I still think it's inappropriate for your parents or elders to hear it.
"Actually, I'm thinking of a prank to wake the others up." I said while standing up and dusting myself off.
"What's on your mind?" He asked. Interest clearly evident in his voice. This gonna be good. A father and daughter teamwork.
"Coffee tables and an air horn."
"I get you now. You're gonna place a coffee table above them and wake them up by using an air horn. Making them hit their head in the process. Very evil, but I like it. I'll go get my iPad." He said going to his room to get his iPad. See? Even he likes the idea.
Papa came out with his thumb doing the okay sign. It's clear that his iPad is already on record. I shook my head and asked him if he knows another coffee table that we have. He just shrugged and told me to ask Lola. I nodded and we went over to Lola's room.
I gently knocked on her door and then I opened it. I see Lola on her bed, sitting up with tears cascading down her cheeks. Awww, Lola. Looking at her made me tear up and Papa took a deep breath and sighed.
"Mama." Papa whispered. I can tell that he hates the scene of his mother crying. Don't we feel the same? My grandmother basically raised me up. She taught me a lot of things about boys and everything. Although, I never had a boyfriend, but better be prepared than unprepared. Right?
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Fanfiction"Tell me honestly, did you ever love me?" She barely whispered, as she unconsciously puts her clenched fist hand right above her mourning heart. A habit she does where the only emotion that she's feeling is the unbearable pain. Copyright © 2015 by J...