Good Senior Pranks Novels & Stories

' He nodded his head and shut off the link, Nicki and Jade were finally calming down and Nathan was walking back with someone who looked like he had a few too many deep fried, bacon-wrapped donuts. "You! Are you messing with my employees?!?" The fat man asked me, it honestly took me a minute to respond because I was laughing so hard that it was hard to breathe. Eventually, I calmed down and told him that I had pranked Nathan because he sprayed a can of coke in my face, that took him by surprise, and when my friends said that he did, the fat man told Nathan that he was to serve our table with respect, because it was his last, and I almost felt bad for the guy...keyword almost.

Realizing I’d discovered her secret, that she was barren, her fake act dropped. “What are you doing here?” she spat. “You must be thrilled seeing me like this, aren’t you?” I said nothing. She took my silence as agreement and let out a bitter laugh. “Hahaha! You idiot. You think you’ve beaten me, but it doesn’t matter. Your good days are numbered!” I raised my phone and showed her the screen. “Maybe. But yours are already over.” I pulled up the screenshot of Susan throwing out her belongings and smirked.

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

I muse quietly with happy sigh. “I’d say it was more the handwritten, heartfelt apology than the gifts themselves. Might want to ponder on the why of that, for a bit. Plus, that charity gala prank, you have planned – she will appreciate your cheekiness on that one. I would think about how to make it an extra memorable night for her.” He reveals and I know the why. I don’t have to think about it at all. It’s because I was genuine and not too proud to humble myself and admit that I was wrong and apologise. I remember calling myself an ass and not being afraid to add some humour.

I know this is going to sound stupider than I want it to. “It’s how we used to entertain ourselves when we weren’t hacking. There are these computer programs where you can record sound clips from movies, right? Then you make prank calls to people and hold entire conversations with clips from Kindergarten Cop or The Godfather or whatever. Mailin and I used to do it to each other all the time. Like… dueling celebrity prank phone calls, but just the two of us.” Grant stares at me with something like dawning horror and disgust.

"Senior prank night is the one night the school doesn't give a shit what we do. We can do whatever and we won't be punished." "That sounds like chaos." I say. "It is. The pranks are always so funny and teachers are always on their toes. The pranks only targets teachers and the principal." No wonder I don't see most teachers in school the morning after prank night. They stay home to avoid the chaos they know students have unleashed. "And it's really special because it's just seniors. Anyone who's not a senior that gets caught ends up in deep shit." Eva continues. "Urrgh. She's saying all the boring things about prank night." Buck says and positions himself to give me all the details.

"That's impossible. Hitting a 30-million-dollar jackpot? Most people couldn't manage that in a hundred lifetimes." I laughed, but the sound that came out of me was low and hollow, like something crawling up from the bottom of a grave. "My family managed it twice. Thirty million, both times." The laughter died. Silence spread through the crowd as it sank in. A father and a son, both hitting the exact same jackpot amount. That was beyond coincidence. Every eye was on me. I held up what I had been protecting. It was a carved wooden figure, black as coal. The base was etched with an intricate lotus pattern, and perched above it sat a strange, unsettling idol in the shape of a child.

Ava's voice is laced with concern. Sophia sits up quickly. She takes off her sunglasses and looks sheepishly at us. Ryan and I like to play pranks on each other. We have for years. And there have been some really good ones. Sophia looks over at me. Now is not the time to reminisce, but she's right. There have been loads of them. And well, I kind of thought— She rubs her hands nervously together. that I would prank my brother with the biggest prank I have ever pulled off.

The folks calmed down and Sally took the card, "Here it is young men. The best prize of the evening." She flipped the card over and I was dazed to see that the word BLOWJOB was imprinted in large striking letters. Everybody was quiet briefly and afterward Sam shouted, "I'm first!" We as a whole chuckled and even Sophie laughed at his reaction. We had the essentially stripped Sophie hold three cards and every one of the Three Amigos took one. The all flipped them throughout simultaneously and Sam had the low card. We as a whole broken out giggling again as Sophie took Bill's high card and driven him to the close by washroom to guarantee his prize.

They had frequent prank wars as they grew up. Such wars included simple things like Tony's shampoo replaced with mayonnaise, or more extreme things like when all of Ethan's clothes were bleached white. Come to think of it, Tony should introduce Dillon to the Art of the Prank. It was his dead-set belief that prank wars were necessary for the continued friendship between any two male humans. Dillon's reactions would be fun too. He should watch his step though. Dillon was no idiot and likely had the capacity to set up some elaborate and complex traps. That however, was a thought for another time. It was four o'clock, Dillon would be in soon, and Tony had other things on his mind. Now he had to