Schoolyard Pranks Novels & Stories

It was a bit cold but still windy like it has been in the morning. The streets were a bit full, I guess the park was full again. These clumsy teenagers always bring their fun to the streets I feared for them because one of them might get hit by a car or something. Some were always skateboarding and tripping on their toes. Others were playing stupid pranks, dropping bottles, and pouring drinks on neighbors' lawns. Sometimes they go as far as messing up their mailbox. I finally got home after laughing at some of their jokes. It was like a live comedy show shouting and cracking jokes at top of their lungs.

I ask him. “We did, but we never get in trouble. This school needs the star quarterback. So, they never punished Adrian or me,” he shrugs. “Do you have any favourite prank?” I question. He thinks for a moment and answers me. “Oh, yeah, this one-time Adrian noticed our principal jogging, and you know what? He was completely bald, so we decided to expose him to the whole school.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the elementary school playground as the bell rang, signaling the start of recess. The children of Class 1-A burst out of the classroom like a herd of wild antelopes—some sprinting toward the jungle gym, others huddling around the hopscotch grid, and a few already negotiating the exchange of snacks. But in the far corner of the yard, one student had a far more ambitious plan in mind.

We had just finished pulling off what I’ll arguably call the greatest prank ever. It was against the school jocks which we weren’t part of, and they bullied us for that. I mean yeah I loved football, but the team was filled with assholes I refused to deal with back then. So I never gave soccer a chance, the same reason Seb never tried out for basketball. The jocks from the soccer team had previously picked on us for being the school’s golden boys without a soccer badge or tag to our names, and in retaliation we stole the keys to the locker room, locked them up and took a selfie with the keys.

"What kind of pranks does he usually pull?" "He puts frogs, lizards, mice - anything that crawls - into his classmates' backpacks. Mr. Lloyd has tried everything from talking to strict discipline, but nothing works. Just the other day, he put a hamster in a classmate's bag and made a girl cry. Yesterday he was grounded as punishment. He seems better behaved today." I noticed her skeptical tone on "seems." I had a phobia of those kinds of creatures - just being near them gave me goosebumps and made me want to scream. The thought of finding one in my desk drawer or coffee mug made my skin crawl.

I sent them a text asking them to meet me in the school parking lot that night at midnight for the prank to top all other pranks. Grandpa, Jessica, Uncle Levi and Tala joined us for dinner that night and we all sat around the kitchen table that had been replaced over the years to accommodate the growing family. Saga seemed more at ease after our talk at the Point and I was more determined than ever to put a stop to this. “And you seriously bubble wrapped his whole class?” Jessica asked me. “Yeah, even the chalk,” I said, feeling a little proud of my accomplishments. “That’s epic, dude,” she said and laughed as Adara gave her a look.

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]

“I watch scary stuff all the time on TV and the internet. I don’t have nightmares and Grandpa... I go to school with teenage boys, I know how they talk.” “I see your point. Well, just remember, I warned you. Have I ever told you idle hands are the devil’s playground?” “Grandma told me that.” “Well, it’s true, as you’re about to find out, it was like this…” It was nineteen seventy-five, and I was fifteen years old. I had planned to go to a Halloween party with friends. But not everyone from my school had such plans. Some boys, a couple of them who were troublemakers in my school, named Paul and Ben, had schemed to go out and pull tricks, rather than asking for treats. What they thought of as

“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?”

Besides, they usually kept the scarier pranks for around Halloween, which was months away. They usually pull less macabre tactics when they want to torment me with their teenage antics on a day-to-day basis. I'd been expecting them to pull some kind of stunt to welcome me back into the fold, so though I was caught asleep at the wheel, it was all in good fun. After the initial shock had worn off, I'd cussed at my friends in between bouts of laughter and trying to catch my breath. I even started to tell them how cool it was that they'd finally found a way to get the better of me after so many failed attempts in the past.