Pranking the prank king

Three. Two. OneAnd it's time for lunch!!!! "And don't forget to complete the assignment" Mr McLain said.This man sure deserved an award for making an hour look like a year.I loved math, i always made As when it came to math but I had to admit, the class was boring and too long. Mr McLain was a great guy but how could a man be stuffed with boredom. I didn't mean to sound harsh but sometimes, you have to be honest.I depended on the little reading I did myself and besides, I didn't mean to sound all egotistical but I was one smartass. All I needed was a copy of the note or a textbook from the library and boom, a big A waiting for me.I heard some students sigh and some muttered 'thank God' or 'finally'. They all stood up and found their ways out of the class. It seemed like the atmosphere in the class alone was boredom for me.

The ringing of the alarm clock woke me up. It was 6 sharp and the skies we're still a bit dark from the rain that fell earlier this morning. I loved the rain, it was a reminder that the world still had good things in it. It was also a reminder that I needed a damn heater.  I pulled the sheets off me and placed my feet on the cold floor.  First, I got pranked by a rich brat for doing absolutely nothing. I had to walk to the girls toilet yesterday with people starring and laughing at me. I got everyone's attention yesterday and it was the worst thing I thought would happen to me besides dying.  It was the first time I got pranked and the first time I was humiliated in front of teenagers. Before yesterday, I didn't know how being humiliated was but I understood that feeling and it was really bad.  I had no idea how I would walk into that school without getting stares. People would po

You know the moment when you wake up and you just want to rest from the entire night of rest.  That was the only was I could describe my it. I was more than comfortable. It felt like my body was against marshmallows and I was covered with cotton candy. The way I wanted my life to be.  Filled with sugar with a sprinkle of a good social life.  However, the moment got ruined when I remembered I slept on a bench the night before.  I slowly opened my eyes and hoped I was kidnapped my Joeboy.  The room was oddly empty and plain. The sheets, just like I'd expected were fluffy and soft. A perfect description of my body muscles.  It scent was, however, familiar. I couldn't recognize it bit damn, it was good. It had the sweet and slightly strong scent with a hint of mint. One thing I knew was that it was familiar but I didn't bother trying

I wasn't willing to go to school so I stayed on my bed, buried beneath the sheets and also in self pity. It was a cold Monday morning and my mom was luckily not in the house. Actually, she was minutes ago but she had no idea I was in the house. Probably because I'd been in the same position as I was when i woke up.  I hated school for being a bitch on her own and it only got worse because I was db enough to slap Dylan. Not that I regretted the fact I caused him pain, believe me I couldn't care less, I just hated the fact it was going to be the school's trending topic. Mostly because the schools news stations, Amelia and Dylan's goons, we're present during the incident.  I seriously could've just kissed him. It was just a dumb kiss and I was dumb enough to have chickened it all up. I could've been relieved if it was just me and Dylan because there was absolutely no way he was going to spread the news he got reje

 What the hell is wrong with this kid?  Must he ensure my life is a living hell?  Even if he had just one drop of dignity left in him, he should've known that pranking me with all I told him is not only a dumb thing to do but it only shows how heartless he could be.  Yes, I told him it wasn't his business but was it? For a moment, just a moment, I thought he had little humanity in him. The way he cared when i told him about it, it almost looked like he truly had a heart in him but this only proves he's a total dickhead.  If I had a chance to, I'd hit him on the bead repeatedly with a steel chair.  "What's wrong Diana?!" He yelled from the other side of the classroom "You stuck to your chair?!'' I got stares immediately. It was like they'd been expecting it. Well, I wouldn't blame them, the jerk wouldn