So, here is my short story Pranks. I kind of twisted the meaning of 'pranks.' Hehe.
James threw on his backpack, and jumped into the front passenger’s seat of his dad’s white truck. He breathed deeply, and tried to calm his nerves as his dad drove him to school. He had just moved to Minnesota with his dad, and was excited about going to a new high school, and starting over with his life. No one would know him, and they could see his good side, rather than his bad side.
“Have fun, and good luck.” His father’s deep voice called out as James stepped out of the car, and headed for the front doors of his new school. He glanced at his schedule, and entered the huge doors. He walked into a large hall with rows of lockers, and what looked like hundreds of corridors. How in the world am I going to memorize this place? James thought, as he glanced at the school map. His homeroom teacher was Mrs. G, something. Her room was close to where his locker was. James walked straight ahead, and turned right, and then turned left, and then found his locker half way down the aisle on his right side. He stuffed his backpack into his locker, and took out some supplies he thought he’d need for homeroom. James closed his locker, and made a lock combination.413.His birthday numbers. A loud bell blared in James’s ears, and all of the kids surrounding James closed their lockers and headed off for class. James studied his school map again: Walk to the end of the hall way, turn left, and Mrs. G’s classroom would be the second door on his right. How confusing! It’s like this school’s goal was to confuse its students, rather than help and teach them! James followed the map’s directions to his homeroom class. James opened the classroom door, and walked in. Mrs. G stood up front, talking with students’ parents, and smiling amiably. The moment James set eyes on her, he liked her. Her soft, white face, and perfect smile, comforted James immediately; his fears disappeared as he sat down at a desk in the back of the room. James glanced around the room to see who his classmates were, and as if by curse, Madison Cummings sat right next to him, talking to a friend.
“Yeah, and he put water balloons in our sleeping bags too.” James over heard Madison telling her friends about the pranks he’d done to her and her friends at summer camp, “We got in, sat down, and all of us screamed at the top of our lungs asking who did it. But we all knew to well James had done it.” Madison laughed with her friend.
“Did you get back at them, or yell at them?” Madison’s friend asked, still laughing at the prank.
“No. We actually really enjoyed the pranks. Our counselor wasn’t the most fun to be around, so we looked forward his pranks. You should’ve seen the counselor! Oh my goodness gracious! She was exhausted from the long walk we took, and so she plopped down onto her bed, and this great pop exploded from under her sleeping bag, and some sprayed onto her face even! She jumped up, her back and her behind soaked with water, screaming as loud as she could. I swear she could’ve gotten a world record for her screaming! Then she raced out of the cabin for everyone to see. And, and…” Madison became over whelmed with laughing. Her face was a bright red, and she put her head on her desk. Her friend was giggling like crazy, and James realized that his pranks had added lot of humor to Madison’s life. He’d created memories, to bad they weren’t good ones. James leaned over and tapped Madison’s shoulder. She would notice him sooner or later. Madison looked up, and pushed her strawberry-blonde hair off of her pink face.
“James?” Her eyes grew wide with surprise.
“Hey.” He smiled shyly, “I heard you telling your friend about the water balloon prank.”
“Yeah, that was so funny!” She laughed.
“Glad you thought so.” He laughed slightly.
“Our whole cabin waited for your pranks every day.” She smiled brightly.
“Really? They didn’t annoy you?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah.” She cocked her head slightly to the side, “You’ve changed since camp. Your not as boyish, and out going.”
“Well, I’ve sort of dropped the pranks.” He looked at his feet.
“Oh, I see.” Madison didn’t hide her disappointment in her voice very well. James looked at her face, and realized that it was sort of sad. Maybe, people like my pranks. James thought. Maybe my pranks liven people’s lives up, rather than making people’s lives bad. Maybe I don’t need to change, and become ‘good.’ My personality is like Madison said, boyish and outgoing. Not shy and really mature. James played with his jacket’s zipper. He didn’t need to change, to be come a better person. He didn’t need to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. He need to be himself, and stay that way.
When homeroom ended, James secretly followed Madison, and found that her locker was across from his. During lunch, James found Madison and mysteriously said, “Beware of your locker, Miss Cummings,” before walking off. Madison quickly finished her lunch and eagerly went to her locker with her friends. James followed close behind. Madison opened her locker door, and a loud pop exploded in their ears. A broken piece of balloon rubber fell to the ground, and when they looked inside the locker, a bundle of daisies lay onto of Madison’s books.
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