Class Clown

I was so mortified, I wanted to climb in a hole! I stumbled to the front of the principal's desk and looked into those stern eyes. I, Ava Mary Finnegard, have been sent to the principal's office. It was my first time in the principal’s office, but not because I was the teacher's pet or had done something horrible. No, I don’t stoop that low. I proudly hold the title of the class clown and school prankster. Even if I’m not popular, I know everyone. There isn’t a single person in Goodall Jeffery High School that I don’t know. I used to plan my elaborate pranks carefully, and make sure they are completely foolproof. Until now.

I looked around frantically, looking for an escape. I thought about using a distraction, and I started planning a prank. My eyes gazed wistfully towards the door, and my brain started conducting a plan to escape. Then I felt a tapping on my head, followed by words. “Ava? AVA! Are you listening to a word I’m saying?” It took all my might not to roll my eyes. Why do adults always ask questions they know the answer to? I forced myself to nod my head. Then I made a mental note: Prank Ms.Sullivan. Thankfully, I had all the makings of a proper prankster. “I asked in my sweetest voice that I could muster, “Ms. Sullivan, your words are very engaging, but I really need water. Could you get me a cup? I waited until she disappeared from sight, and then I began to search everywhere.

I took off a small sack and dug around. I found what I was looking for- a buzzer. I knew a trick that all pranksters should know. I unscrewed the cap and placed a large spring inside. Then I placed glitter inside it. As soon as someone would step on my makeshift glitter bomb, glitter would spray right on them. I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs, and I shoved the buzzer in the place that Ms. Sullivan would stand. Then I plopped myself into a chair and waited with an expectant smile plastered on my face. The door creaked open and Ms. Sullivan walked in, walking briskly. I stared at where every footfall landed. Floor, floor, floor… buzzer! I leaped out of my chair and ran out the door, only pausing to snap a photo of Ms. Sullivan’s bewildered expression. A smile broke out on my face. That was the best prank ever, I thought.