Best Senior Pranks Novels & Stories

But knowing that we were not alone in this whe began our trek up the stairs still laughing about some of things we could order for others in the compound to embarrass them. “I still say a blow up sex sheep for Antony will be the top. Just think about it. They have to open all packages at the gate to check them. Then they have to deliver it during the mail call at dinner. Can you see the look on all their faces when they hand over the blow up sex sheep.” I said really getting into the game of pranking some of the guys. It has been so tense here lately. Having a few laughs and jokes may be just what the doctor orders.

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

I scoff, chuckling to myself. “Oh my God, Dad. You and Uncle had me there. For goodness' sake, you guys should do a prank some other time. Uncle, it's time to come out now. I'm not falling for it. Leave the pranks to the younger generation. I thought your... the '70s had some really good pranks. What the hell are you guys doing?” Dad tugs his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Elara, this is not a joke, okay?”

The bunch gasp in shock before laughing yet again. "You're the best, Al," Gen touches her stomach as she bends, trying to stop from laughing too hard. I grin as the kitchen bursts with laughter again. My second prank for them is by glueing a pair of googly eyes on every item in the fridge. But Honey is definitely not amused by the look on his face.

For the first few minutes, we just sipped in comfortable silence. “So,” I started, leaning back in my chair, “remember that time last year when the team tried to pull that prank on that senior? The one that ended with Coach threatening to ban half the team from the gym?” Hazel's lips immediately curved upward. “How could I forget?” she said, shaking her head. “You and Johnson sneaking into their locker room with cans of shaving cream like you were planning some kind of military operation. It was ridiculous. You came back covered in foam from head to toe, and somehow you thought it was the funniest thing in the world.”

He told me the truth of those feelings. “Funny guys,” I laughed hesitantly, looking around for someone else. “You can come out now. Great job on the Junior prank.” I stood in silence, biting my lip until I tasted blood. My feet were rooted in one spot, waiting for anything to suggest that I was simply a victim of a prank at the hands of those in charge of the annual post-summer prank. Each class had a prank every year. The Sophomore prank was to place Principal Summer’s car on the roof of the school. It was the best prank ever at our school. However, moments bled into one another, without any way to tell the time. My heart clenched, and worry overtook me.

"See, so those pranks did come in handy." "I never once said that they didn't. If I recall, I had once declared that playing pranks on people with you was my best past time ever and that I never wanted those moments to end." "The times when we used to plan how we were going to prank someone was amazing. I miss those days when we used to decide on a target, gather information about them and then execute the plans. That was the best time of my life." "Oh? I would've thought that getting your first girlfriend had been the best time of your life?" I arched my brows. "I recall you saying something like that."

"As you already know, it is impossible to prank me." "Yeah, sure, Baldy," I laughed. Jayden and I always pranked each other. It was one of the ways we showed affection. One time, I had gone shopping at the mall and I spotted a wig that was of the exact same shade as Jay's hair. That gave me an idea for the cruelest prank ever. For the next few days, I'd cut some hair from that wig and sprinkle it around the apartment. My favorite spots were on the shower drain, Jay's pillow, the couch, Jay's comb, and a few other random places.

Just a wall away, I could hear Shirley Hunt's voice lift with excitement. "Prank number 96 is a success!" Marvin Chambers's tone held a sharp, unfamiliar sarcasm. "Did you enjoy it?" One of Marvin's buddies chimed in, laughing. "Marvin's so sweet to get back at Serena for you, Shirley. But she brought it on herself for stealing your national scholarship and that game design competition trophy. "Once he hits 100 pranks, he's going public with you!"

she continued, smiling, “please give it up for the one student who single-handedly convinced all five embassies’ visit to our school. Our one and only—” She pointed. “Catherine Young.” The hall exploded. Claps thundered, cheers rang out, phones rose higher. Catherine looked momentarily stunned before breaking into a laugh, rushing forward to hug the principal. She stepped up to the microphone, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. And somehow, even in a room full of noise— She still felt impossibly out of reach. “Good morning, everybody.” Her voice trembled slightly with laughter. At first, I thought she was just being playful—until I noticed the posters some of the juniors were holding.