Novel & Cerita Top 20 Sleeping Pranks

“Cece’s snoring. Loud. Like a broken truck. I took a video so she can’t deny it later when she says she sleeps like a princess.” “Maximus Prime,” I said in my mom voice, part stern, part Latin drama queen, “don’t mess with Cece while she’s sleeping.” “But Mommy! It’s for science!” I held back a laugh. “You can show her tomorrow. Right now, it’s bedtime, sweetheart.” His face drooped instantly. “But Mommy, you haven’t said the thing yet…” I smiled, leaning closer to the screen. “I love Max. Mommy always loves Max. Even when you prank your quiet little cousin who says weird things.”

impression that would go down in family history. I smiled and played along. I even laughed until my stomach hurt. But when the third round of impersonations came around, someone mimicking a singing moose with way too much commitment, I slipped away with a fake yawn and the excuse of needing air. Nobody questioned it. Everyone was too busy wiping tears of laughter from their eyes. The last of the cider was poured, drunk with sleepy smiles and murmured goodnights. I tried sleeping. I really did. But the bed was too warm. The pillow too lumpy. My thoughts refused to settle. They looped and twisted, refusing to behave. I tossed. I turned. I sighed loud enough to startle myself.

I went on this trip with my friend and we shared a hotel room but different beds. After a night out, we went back to sleep and we were drunk so we said fuck it and just slept in underwear. In the morning, once I wake up, he looks at me and laughs. “what?” I asked “bro you was moaning in your sleep and took your underwear off”

I announced in bitterness. "But I'm not," he said, laughing out loud this time. "Dad," I said in annoyance. "Ok ok sorry God you walked straight into my trap," he said, still laughing hard. "You mean I didn't sleepwalk then how the hell I was sleeping in my bedroom," I yelled in irritation. It's a very stupid prank. But some were inside me saying sleepwalking was a good reason compared to what I was going to hear now from dad's mouth. Suddenly I didn't want to know how I reached my bedroom.

"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."

Ava's voice is laced with concern. Sophia sits up quickly. She takes off her sunglasses and looks sheepishly at us. Ryan and I like to play pranks on each other. We have for years. And there have been some really good ones. Sophia looks over at me. Now is not the time to reminisce, but she's right. There have been loads of them. And well, I kind of thought— She rubs her hands nervously together. that I would prank my brother with the biggest prank I have ever pulled off.

"No more waking up at six, you will have the extra forty-five minutes sleep starting tomorrow. If you wake up at six again Sophie Summers, I will personally make you sleep forty-five minutes early than usual tomorrow night." I roll my eyes at his ridiculous threat, "You don't have the super power to make me fall asleep forty-five minutes early." "Oh I do," he says cockily. "I'm not a kid you can bluff that straight to my face." "Try waking up at six tomorrow morning, I'll show you if I'm bluffing or not." "There is no way you can MAKE me sleep, full stop. Not even forty five minutes early, or at any time that's against my wish. I am not eight, and you do not have a super power."

Sometimes I think my alarm clock is jealous of the relationship I have with my bed. I slowly got off my bed and sauntered into the bathroom. Kyle was a heavy sleeper, so he would not hear me. After I had a shower, I got dressed. My outfit consisted of black skinny jeans, a grey singlet over a black tank top, a black leather jacket and my black combat boots. When I finished, I grabbed my flash-drive and the other things that I would need for my prank. I grabbed my keys and snuck out. When I go to the hallway, I did a front flip and slowly stood up.

I let two beads of sweat drip down my cheeks before making one of the boldest and stupidest moves on the planet. The dormitories of Maslow High school were arranged in a funny way. Ten big open cubicles faced each other, each with double-decker beds that stood high and two mattresses. The queens, as they called themselves, got to sleep on the upper bed while the weaklings and people who wet their beds slept on the lower bed. My position is clear. I'm occupying the lowest bed in my cubicle, it's almost three AM, and my bladders are about to burst from the sudden urge to empty them.

No sane group, bar a cult, would dress an unconscious woman in a wedding dress. I shook my head; it could be a joke: such horrendous pranks were popular these days. Though it is giving me creeps to not see a single familiar moron, it doesn't really bother me as I believe nothing horribly wrong can happen that hasn't already happened tonight. This is just a sick joke. It should be...