Best Senior Pranks Novels & Stories

“Well, when I was a little boy, and I went to school, I was usually known as the prank lord. I played pranks so much I got detention for it.” I was so interested in the kind of pranks he played that inched closer to him. I placed my hands together, pleading with him to tell me what kind of pranks he played, and only when he nodded did I stop begging. “Well, I made paint pour over the principal, it was so hilarious, and it was just so sad that no one was laughing. They were just too afraid to laugh because they would rather not be in detention class with me. They also didn't know who else the prank was going to come to. Were you stubborn in school?”

Trick Early isn't something I strive to be for anything. It was never ingrained into me as a teenager, not even be on time for an appointment. It's a skill I learned once I'd already gotten in trouble and realized no one gave a shit if I were taught right from wrong as a child. The ones who taught me the concept of not making others wait on me was my first parole officer, the public defender who gave me the time of day, and the bosses who were willing to give me a shot, even when they probably shouldn't have.

"Okay, this was freshman year in high school. Like you know, there is always one or more school sluts in every high school? Well, since the school sluts didn't like me and kept picking on me I decided to prank them. When we were changing for P.E I waited until they left before I snuck to their lockers. There I found their makeup and nail polish so I poured a special blend of fish guts and other nasties in every makeup container and nail polish. The thing with this blend was that it didn't start to smell until it dried so after P.E when they redid their makeup and nail polish I could only laugh in silence waiting for it to take effect.

I'm so happy being in command, not that it mattered anyway, I already had all the men wrapped around my slender little fingers. So, after taunting the men, we played pranks on River, Carlos, and Barrow. It was epic! Someone's hair fell off completely, the other turned blue, and the last one became a balloon. I love my friends. We had a good laugh about it, did a sing along, showed off who knew how to twerk most–Sherry won, I came in second place–and then did catwalks in bikinis and heels. I nailed it!

I listened, half amused, half horrified, but mostly… relieved. Relieved to see him smile again and to feel like I wasn’t alone. We didn’t rush into it. That was the rule. Nico insisted on planning. He said pranks were only funny if they were earned. If they were precise. If they were unforgettable. So we planned. The first prank was simple. Almost childish. A classic trap. That morning, Gabriella came down the stairs with her usual clipped steps, phone pressed to her ear and her voice dripping with false sweetness. Nico and I exchanged a look from the kitchen. He gave me a tiny nod.

" He says. "Why would you prank your poor father at a young age? That's not nice." I scolded Maddox. Maddox sighs and sends a glare at his father. "Tell her what happened the next year we went camping." "Oh right! We went camping the next year. This time I decided to prank him instead. We let him pee at a tree and while he was busy pissing we left him behind. It took him an hour to get back. I wasn't worried because I knew that he memorized the place. I was sure of it, well with that big brain of yours how could you not? When he came back he

"That's right! We're already getting into Starvard anyway. We're their future students. What's wrong with filling out a fake college application to trick the official system anyway?" "That's so cool! We'll all show up at the Starvard University gates on the first day of class with our community college applications, and it'll absolutely blow everybody's mind! We can make this our ultimate senior prank!" Everyone then pulled out their phones, logged into the college application system on the spot, and deleted their original applications to top-tier colleges around the country without any hesitation, changing them to the lowest-tier community college available. I watched them all laugh wildly

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

On Thanksgiving, after I got off work, my younger brother, Nate Anderson, left an update in our family group chat about having moved to a different address. I had to take five different public transport connections before I finally reached the location he had sent me. However, when I arrived, I found that I was in a deserted area. Nate sounded smug over the phone. “Got you! My prank was successful! The last bus has left. What’re you going to do now?” I was dumbfounded, but my parents were laughing. “Why did you believe such an obvious lie? Who did you inherit your dumbness from?” “We’re having our Thanksgiving dinner soon. You can walk home.” My girlfriend, Gwen Smith, was chuc