Schoolyard Pranks Novels & Stories

Everyone said we were a perfect match, like a blade and its sheath. We had exchanged rings. The wedding was set for early spring the following year. Everything should have gone smoothly. Yet, staring at the bright “Cancel” button on the screen, I suddenly remembered his words. “A prank.” An overwhelming sense of exhaustion crawled up from my bones. I suddenly felt tired.

"What kind of trouble?" I laughed, thinking about those days. "Oh man, where do I start? We used to sneak out of class to explore parts of the campus we weren't supposed to be in. We'd swap the nameplates on the teachers' doors so they'd walk into the wrong classrooms. One time, during your mom's birthday, we filled the principal's office with balloons." "No way!" "Yes,” I laughed, indulging in his shocked expression. “We were pretty wild. Your Mom, especially. She was shy around most people but when it was just us, she was fearless. We'd come up with these elaborate pranks and somehow never get caught."

And powerful people comes equally powerful friends. Jin and his friends had always bullied me ever since we were children. It began with taunting and pulling my hair when I wasn’t looking. As we grew older the little taunting and childish pranks grew darker. One of the memories forever painted in my mind happened one particular day when we were in middle school. They had me cornered – all four of them at the school playground. There was something about their stance, their squared shoulders, the creepy smirks on their faces that radiates a predatory dominance and cruel intentions. They’ve done this so many times before—it was almost a routine. A dance we all knew the steps to. But this time,

When the room was empty except for Paul, Carter and Janelle, Carter said, "You've been rather quiet today, Paul. What do you know that I don't?" Paul's fingers fidgeted with his hat, his feet shuffled back and forth, he raised his head. "It was a prank, is all. Some kids wanted to know if they could scare a horse by pretending to be a bear. They practiced growling so they'd sound like a bear. They made some changes to a rake and used that to make it look like bear claws." "And did you tell them it could hurt the horse?" Carter badgered him. "I did." Paul looked at the floor, his hands behind his back.

The day after that, he spray painted my car with the words ‘call 555-1868 if you want to have some fun’ on the rare bumper and for the rest of the day I got perverted calls from both men and women. I shuddered. Just thinking about it. When I found out what he did, he "somehow" broke an arm and a leg and was rushed to the hospital. Apparently, "someone" accidentally spilled baby oil on the ground in the bathroom while he was in the shower. Since then there weren’t any pranks ongoing because my opponent is currently injured because we both took it too far, everything and everyone has been quiet and boring. Kyle thought we were both idiots and for that we pranked him.

Every day after school for years Noah would walk past the playground on his way home and see a lonely Dylan on a swing just sitting there clutching his backpack. What better way to get him to start making friends than to scare the nerves out of him. This was Noah’s genius idea. Of course Noah was only 10 at this point and not heading straight home meant defying his father and no doubt getting him grounded but Noah felt like it was worth it. He spent the next few days after school crafting his greatest creation and it was finally ready.

Aimless, he walked to a nearby park. All of the memories of that night came flooding back, but more painfully, happier memories came, too: those afternoons playing video games with Daniel, the pranks they played on Caleb's siblings, the long bike rides through the town. The one time they'd tried switching identities in third grade and had both gotten in huge trouble. Lisa Thornton hadn't thought it was funny at all, but Stephanie had barely restrained a smile at the boys' antics.

Something that wasn’t something that I’ll like. “Maybe we can spray paint his car and puncture his tires? Or we can fill his locker with something sticky, gooey and smelly. Or we can pour a bucket of paint on him after his baseball practice.” I suggested as we entered the class. Xander looked amused as he sat down on his seat. I took my seat beside him and placed my book on the table. “Ellie, I was talking about something like warning him to stay away or something. Why do you always have to take it all to pranks?” Xander laughed. I rolled my eyes at him.

Draven asked. “They said they were going to go have a picnic around the waterfall since it was such a nice day,” I replied. “Good they need to get out of the house. They have been stuck inside for a while since the weather back home is so bad.” Dustin states. They start to tell us how when the weather is bad, and no one can go outside that pranks start around their packhouse. I don’t think it sounds that bad until they start explaining what happens during these prank wars. I can’t help it, and I start laughing along with everyone else. This happens back in our pack sometimes. Ours is usually caused by teenagers being bored. I let it go on as long as no one gets hurt. All of a sudden