Schoolyard Pranks Novels & Stories

“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.

When Callie leaves the office, she is surprised to find that Xander is still there. They go to a carnival, where Callie has some fun. She realizes that she may have made a deal with the devil, but the devil knows how to have fun.

Sometimes they would sneak to the seniors parties and no on would suspect they were juniors then, because they were tall, had good looks and dressed so well. They are both great at plotting mischievous pranks against weaklings… Oh those poor lads. Armani and Amanda are your typical high school pranksters. The ones you call bullies. But, they are a little out of the game now, perhaps 3 Months of strict grounding thought them enough lesson. I know why it was a very good disciplinary method… It was during summer break and it was no outing, no technology, just days and days of doing home chores and working at the bakery.

Together, we were the Shadow Gang—trained from the age of four to be warriors of the unseen, bound by rules to protect innocents… but that didn’t mean we couldn’t prank the living hell out of our school. And this prank? Let’s just say it will be talked about in Diamond Ville for years to come. The fire trucks screeched into the courtyard just as our parents arrived in a storm of vehicles. Mothers in full battle-mode. Fathers practically vibrating with fury. But beneath the rage, we caught the glimmers of reluctant pride. We’d pulled off something… unforgettable. “You’re being transferred,” my father said flatly, stepping over scorched floorboards as if he owned the wreckage. “Asheville Acade

“Thankfully your Nan eventually saw the light, even if he did ruin her favorite outfit. Oh, and she ended up in cuffs that night, too. That might have been what had her knickers mostly in a twist, come to think of it.” “NO WAY. She left that part out!” Aiden exclaimed with a whoop of laughter. Mitch shook his head with a laugh of his own. “Yep. I guess she tried to get in a couple swings of her own, at both of them, trying to break it up. Come to think of it, it might have been her that gave the date a busted nose… Huh.” And with that, Jerry toddled off, back over to the bar. “Who would have ever thought?” Mitch said. “I gotta ask my parents about this, I just can’t see it!”

Memories of what I did to him, the nasty things I said to him and the horrible pranks I played flashed through my mind. How I called him grandpa for being the oldest in Sophomore year. How I taunted Bryan, making him break his arms and emptying a jar of insects into his pants as I watched him scream in pain. I winced, shuddering as I remembered how those insects crawled on his genitals, stinging and biting as he screamed in pain.

I said shoving his shoulder playfully, "We did so many bad things," "Except you never got caught," Jenny frowned. "Awww, are you still pissed that you got suspended?" Jenny nodded and I broke out into more laughter. "We played a prank on our muck up day, the last legal day of high school, where everyone goes wild, you know muck up day right?" he nodded so I continued, "And she got caught when I told her not to sneak back in the school. It was massive, she was told off and suspended, even though we finished school and nearly held back from completing her exams. That was funny. the goody good Jenny got in trouble,"

But instead, I clenched my fists under the table and listened to her speak, "Conrad is a little bully. He bullies every single one of his classmates—big and small, fat and thin, boy and girl. No one escapes him, not even me. And I wish it was just verbal abuse. He plays annoying, dangerous pranks too, on anyone. Some of those pranks have gotten a number of his classmates injured or traumatized… some even both. If he continues like this, he might end somewhere even more punishing than detention—jail. I do not wish it for him, but I just hope it does not get to that." Connie shook his head, "They love the pranks. I know they don't say much afterwards but everybody in my class loves a good pran