Summer Camp Pranks Mga Nobela at Kwento

his voice boomed in the crisp air of the morning, turning the remaining heads who'd point blanked ignored him. "I don't know what this is all about" he continued "this is The Greatest Showman shit". The older members snickered among themselves. He covered his mouth. This were kids, they weren't supposed to cuss yet. "I meant sheep". More snickering. "I don't know who did all these but if you think you just pranked a whole school, then you're jolly wrong. The bubble bath will be used to clean all germs you guys have brought here". All that in one breath.

My third summer as a counselor at Camp Dickinger proceeded well. The first session of three had ended with a great deal of satisfaction for all the staff, as the session's crop of worms (campers) had been better than most. Weekend camping trips had all managed to avoid things like poison ivy, the play the drama types put on each session had been almost not horrible (a true rarity), and the game of Capture the Flag involving the whole camp had been rain-soaked, but a huge success. That last item had been especially great, as running around in the pouring rain with half the competitors being young women mostly wearing t-shirts was exceptional fun, even if my team, the orange one, had lost.

I said, poised to set the place on fire, "I just wanted a little payback. You, on the other hand, want to utterly obliterate them." "You bet your Italian ass I do," she shamelessly confessed. "No one messes with my girl and gets away with it." She winked at me. "Remember the dance moves from Camp Evergreen's talent show?" Ah, Camp Evergreen. Our parents thought sending us to a summer camp before our junior year would instill discipline. Instead, it fueled our creativity for tormenting our high school teachers for the next two years. "You mean the same moves that got us expelled?" I smirked, reminiscing about the insane memory. "How could I ever forget?"

Lulu's face slightly turns into a pinky tone. "Well, I never regret it." Candace giggles as blushing like her besty. Lulu bites her lips, tries to quench her laughter. "Me, neither." *** The year they had graduated from high school, they had attended a summer camp together. The camp had been organized by the Lindsay College where Candace was accepted. There were both high school and college students, the goal was getting acquainted. The camping was supposed to be a 'Hello College' activity, but for those teenagers who had been struggling to be accepted to a good university, it had turned into a stress-relieving opportunity.

"On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…" When James heard that, his grip loosened. Marissa was right. The night before we were supposed to depart, Marissa had sought him out, sweetly begging him to let her play a prank on me again since it was April Fools' Day tomorrow. She claimed that she was only planning on turning off my oxygen for a few seconds, just to give me a good scare. He was busy browsing documents at the time, so he didn't even bother raising his head as he responded with, "Do whatever you wish, just don't take things too far."

he mumbled. The whole morning was spent with the kids playing with all the things they could see in that place. They played with the swing, made their father race on the monkey bars, climbed up on the slide, and screamed in excitement as they fell onto the plastic slant while their fathers kept on watching them. It was lunchtime when Brooke and Dalmi called them for lunch. Carden sat beside Dalmi. Instead of wiping his sweaty face, he chose to call Denver to change his clothes, never minding how tired he was just so he could take care of him.

Annie, Becky, Sussy, and Claire sat together near the middle, their backs straight but their whispers still sneaking between them. “As you know,” the principal continued, “every year we hold a tradition that brings this school closer together. And this year will be no exception. I am pleased to announce that in two weeks’ time, we will be heading to our annual camp hangout at Crystal Creek Adventure Camp.” The hall erupted. Cheers, claps, and excited squeals bounced off the walls. Students shot up in their seats, some already making plans aloud. Sussy was the loudest of them all. “YES! I knew it!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “Crystal Creek, here we come!”

SSHS 92 Monday came and only two days before the long awaited Halloween event. At this point, pranks all over the school were not news anymore, rather, it was an awaited moment. Of course, boundaries and limitations were placed— such as not doing so to the faculty staff and the Dean himself, and that the pranks would only involve scare and not the kind that would harm the others nor create a massive mess— as a courtesy to the cleaning team led by Mr. Ben. So far, the pranks were mostly happening to the bathroom and lockers. Having some cut outs of the famous scary icons in life size and pasted to every corner they could find and would guarantee a scare. A timed jump scare or a motion trigger

Until he made the mistake of confiding in his best friend, Wyatt Gaynes. Stuart recalled the details of that faithful night as if it had occurred only yesterday. It was the end of summer before their Senior year when he, Wyatt, Eric, Charles, and several other boys had gone camping at the lake to celebrate one of their last nights of freedom before school resumed. They were sitting around the campfire talking about sports and girls, and the sport of girls. Stuart tried to fake interest, but he was more uncomfortable than anything else, so he'd made the excuse that he was tired and headed back toward his tent. A few minutes later Wyatt, saying he was concerned that Stuart wasn't feeling well

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.