Senior Pranks That Are Legal 소설 & 이야기

When I didn't get a response, I yelled in frustration and exhaustion, and then I asked again. "All I want to do is play another practical joke on you." "Does it appear to be against the law?" I don't want to meet you or be in your company at any time in my life. " "Yes, it's strictly prohibited." "However, that is something I would like to do."

“Are you kiddin’ me? Hell no, I’m hangin’ with you. What do you wanna do?” “Check this out. Since we’re not going to a party, and we aren’t gonna get any treats, then I think it requires us to do tricks. Like we write stuff on people’s windows with soap, and we gotta toilet paper trees and houses. I mean, like it’s a Halloween law or somethin’.” “Oh yeah,” replied Ben. “We could let the air out of people’s tires. Oh, and siphon gas outta’ cars.” “What are we gonna do with gas? We’re ridin’ bikes!”

"These tricks you use, I used a long time ago. I'm sorry to tell you that I probably know you better than you think." "You give me the antidote right now!" I ordered. "I don't have one either," he shrugged. "You have got to be joking me," I said in disbelief. "As a kid, I specialized in causing mischief, not fixing it." Simon explained, and that surprised me. "But you are not a child anymore! You are my teacher now!" I shouted. "So I'm teaching you that when you're going to play a prank, you better think about whether this person is someone you can afford to mess with. It's also a lesson for you." He walked to me and trapped me in a small space in front of the mirror.

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.

“Now people are posting fake pregnancy announcements online, printing fake ultrasounds, and sticking them on lockers.” Mr. Caldwell raised a hand slightly. “Mr. Lombardi—” “No,” I cut in. “This joke is getting out of hand.” The room went quiet. Mariah touched my arm lightly. “Jackson.” But I wasn’t done. “People think this stuff is funny,” I said. “They think it’s entertainment. But it’s not. It’s harassment.” Mr. Caldwell looked at Mariah now. “Miss Morales, are you feeling harassed?” Mariah blinked.

I ask, hoping his explanation satisfies my confusion. "Oh, we apologize about that. Your coffee wasn't toilet water, that was a joke and I know we may have gone overboard with the two days in a roll lockout but our chief prankster couldn't come up with something else. I know it sounds weird but like I said, it's a thing we do here," he explained and I'm baffled. Are these people mentally stable? Are they okay in their heads? How does any of this even make any sense to them?

"It was just a joke! You guys are too tense. I had to lighten the mood." "A joke?" Pike yelled, stepping forward and shoving Leo hard in the chest. "Look right next to your boot, Leo! There is a headless councilman bleeding out, and you think this is a good time to play hide and seek?" Stumbling slightly, Leo dropped his smile. "Alright, alright. Chill out, Pike. It was just a prank. You don't have to get physical." "If you pull a stunt like that again, I will shoot you myself," Recker threatened, wiping thick mud off his tactical vest. "We are in the middle of an active crime scene!"

They could deal with my counterattack instead. After reviewing the evidence I provided, the lawyer laid out several workable strategies. When my father heard about the situation, he even agreed to lend me the company's PR department. That very night, using a burner account, I posted across local forums and video platforms with the title: [Attention locals! My membership card was fraudulently charged 80,000 dollars at Sensilk, a luxury beauty salon in Pertersworth City. Staff confiscated my phone and tried to detain me. Is there seriously no justice left?!]

The kind of sense I did not want to possess. I wish this is just a dream. I wish my parents were still alive this time to tell me everything is a huge prank. But Mom hates pranks. Mom slapped Dad in front of us when Dad created his last April Fools' prank. He pretended to have a mistress on April first nine years ago. And Dad never pranks any of us again.