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Call It a Prank War

Call It a Prank War

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"Oh, So you and your group are the pranksters around here? Well Mr. I'msobadass I have some distasteful news for you. I'm here, and I'm going to take the title. Me and my friends are going to have to train you mutts. " You think you can take us on. Well baby new flash for you. This isn't shopping. You girls should stick to the things you do best like making me a sandwich." A smirk was playing at his lips. " Stop flapping your gums, OK? This is a war of escapades." "Just call it a prank war." Mich Limber is a prankster who doesn't take crap from anyone. So when she gets expelled from her old school for taking a prank a little too far she is force to go to Lincoln High. To bad Lincoln High already has its school prankster Sheen Millers. To Sheen this means fresh meat, a new victim. So he pulls a prank on Mich the first weeks she's there. That was one of the biggest mistake you can make on Mich so to her this mean war. Well a prank war.
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** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

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