Schoolyard Pranks Novels & Stories

Kael would say, trying to drill some sense into Lyall's head. But Lyall would just shrug and grin. "What's the point, Kael? Life's too short to be boring. Let's go have some fun!" Kael would sigh and shake his head, but Lyall could tell he was secretly amused by Lyall's antics. One day, Lyall and his friends decided to play a prank on the village elder. They snuck into his office and replaced his chair with a whoopee cushion. When the elder sat down, the whoopee cushion let out a loud farting sound, and the elder jumped up in surprise.

*** After the wedding, the first to show up and apologize was that pack of trashy friends. Bruce was the one who knocked—bruised face, arm in a sling, eyes serious. The apology actually sounded real. I didn't need to ask what happened. I could guess. Henry stood beside me and said, "You don't have to forgive them." And he was right. I'd started college bright-eyed, full of potential... and slowly got dragged down by the jokes, the dares, the garbage Gideon and his crew pulled at my expense. Before they left, they dropped one last bit of news: Gideon and Olivia were done.

today. Last time, some smartypants thought that it would be such a funny prank to light firecrackers inside my locker. Obviously, it burned everything inside. Do you know what's funnier? I was blamed for it. On top of that, they also pull extreme pranks like stealing my undergarments and raising them in the sacred pole of the school. They thought it would be humiliating, but when I took my underwear off in front of them and put them on my jacket, they managed to shut up.

"Mom, please let me go with you. One week is enough for me to run from all this," "Sweetie, please tell me from the start because I am so confused right now, hm?" "At school, my friends decided to play a prank on me or I think it's not a prank. They humiliated me in front of all people. I don't want to face them at the moment. They are so mean and none of them ask for forgiveness or feel guilty for what they did to me. They act like they didn't do anything and move on with their life," I look at her and I can't believe that my daughter is getting humiliated at school. I never like all of this to happen. I know teenagers love to pull a prank or whatever on each other and that's part of the jo

“It began at the start of our senior year, that was when Kendall decided that she was the top of the food chain. Briella and Trish went ahead with it anyway because they always agree with whatever Kendall says, no matter how stupid it is.” “But Trish isn’t…” Lea cut her brother off. “Should I remind you that Trish was the one who pulled that prank on you in junior class?” That caught my interest. “What prank is that?” Lea laughed. “Oh, where do I even begin? There are a lot of them. How much time do you have?” Kendall passed our table, and as she did, she intentionally used her hip to nudge my hand so that my spoon fell in my lap, splashing yoghurt on it.

“We were so young, daring each other to do the silliest things. The pranks we pulled on each other were even worse.” “Well, yes, but if I’m not mistaken, most of those pranks were initiated by Jocasta and Ophelia,” I reminisce. “You’re right about that. But this one probably takes the cake,” he adds. “The four of us had a sleepover one weekend at our home. Being the heart of summer, someone came up with the crazy idea to have a camp out in the garden. “So, one thing to know about our garden is that it’s completely overgrown with grass and weeds. It looks like an infested swamp. My parents wanted it that way, saying it’s not our job to interfere with nature.

Either he is dumb or forgot that little fact. “Little sunrise why are you covered in glitter?” Luca asks. “Why were you yelling?” Liam asks. “The answer to both of yours questions is Andre, and you will be a only child after tonight.” I answer. “Him, Evan, and Derick have been pranking each other, and he set up some sort of prank IN THE HALLWAY TO MY ART STUDIO. If you would excuse me, I am going to go shower, and SOMEONE HAD BETTER HOPE ALL THIS GLITTER WASHES OFF.” I say.

Beside them are pieces of luggage and bags. “We will jump over that fence” The 17-year-old whispered to the 16-year-old. “We will make a few sounds as possible.” Suddenly, they stopped talking and looked behind them, where the sound of the door slamming came from. “Anya?” “Ate, where are you guys going?” The younger one kneeled and hushed Anya. “Anya it’s nothing,” she chuckled. “It’s a prank! We are just playing with ya babes~! You know what Anya, you should go inside or else we-”

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.

It's weird. I hope my life is never exciting enough to make the phone tree. Cammie says she did it once her senior year of high school when her and three classmates put shaving cream over the principal's car in the parking lot. It washed away in an afternoon rain, but was a big enough prank to make the tree. She talks about it like it's a badge of honor. Graham shrugs, answering the phone tree question and bringing me out of my tirade. "I'm not sure, but stay away from Tabitha and her gang. They have a codename on the police radio."