Edited: 22/4/2019
Chad

"Look who finally decided to show up!" Brad snickered as I walked in, shoving the bag on the seat farthest from his. None of my friends showed up yet - and I do realise that I'm talking about the detention hall as our hang out spot. I looked around the class, only to find Brad and his other stupid baby friends. It is pretty unusual for Ron to not be here, he's always getting into trouble. Perhaps he wasn't in the mood today.

It was very easy to ignore the pest; I threw my legs on the table and slid down in my chair so I was in a comfort-table position. (I don't blame you if you want to tear this book up. My puns are just that tearable)

And then with my hood pulled up to cover half of my face, I plugged in my earphones, listening to random pop songs. If I could just sleep through detention, I'd be able to make up for yesterday's two hours that I lost.

The teacher then came in with a lot of projects in her hand, nearly falling down from the load. Poor old lady, she looked like a confused baby chicken trying to carry a horse.

My advice to teachers? If you can't handle those many papers to correct, don't make any tests!

But knowing that this hag wouldn't allow me to sleep, I decided to pulled out my phone to start reading a book. It was hilarious - a story about the adventures a cheese slice goes through. Pure satire, a book that spoke to my inner soul like nobody ever could. So like any normal person, I burst out laughing reading a rather unusual paragraph.

"Who invited the clown here?" One of Brad's friend asked as he took the fist-bump from Brad.

"I did. And I'm glad you could make it." I shot back, almost unable to stifle my smug smile. Bite me.

"Well, somebody needs a personality check," Brad spoke, leaning forward as if it intensified anything.

"Yeah, and I have this website that could help you."

"Why would you have that website unless you really need it?"

I placed a hand over my chest and gasped theaterically, feigning offence, "I'd always look out for you, Brad."

"Watch where that mouth's headed, redhead." Woah, uptight much?

"It's going to the barfing bag if I see your face for a second longer," I said, going back into the book.

"I should have known I was holding up a mirror."

"I'm surprised you didn't die crying yet, staring at a mirror for too long." My response was on autopilot. I didn't even have to stop reading.

"I'm not. I don't cry when I see awesomeness." Okay, that was a bit hard for me to comeback at, but I looked up and beamed at the ball of sunshine.

"There you go. You finally decided to put down the mirror."

And that, kids, is how I got off detention early. Sad baby chicken couldn't handle our constant bickering.

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I paced up and down my room, moving my hands around animatedly as I explained my master plan to Ron. This scenario meant business.

You may ask, "Chad, you're supposed to be studying for your test tomorrow. Not planning Brad's death."

My answer: Nah, I know Brad won't be able to beat me in maths so I have no reason to worry.

"Ron, do you like the color gas or the color pool ?" I asked, using the code names for my many plans.

"The pool one." He said in between his laughter. Probably imagining the smurf we're going to create.

"Smurfette or Papa Smurf?" I asked, imaging him in a red hat and then in a blonde wig.

"I'll bring the blonde wig." He winked.

In case you're lost (don't worry, you'll eventually get to my first class level of pranking), we are planning to pour blue paint in Brad's pool. I still have a little red in my head, so I decided to make him blue. (Pun unintended)

I know for a fact that the poor guy tries hard every day, putting his sweat and blood into at least getting close to me in swimming. He will start practice in about half an hour from now. I glanced at my watch.

"Well then, it's settled," I said, rubbing my palms together devilsihly.

Thirty minutes later

"That's the last bucket, sir," Ron said, saluting me. He's been my best buddy for as far as I could remember.

"You have everything with you?"

"Check."

I hid somewhere as I watched Brad come in with his swimming trunks. I held back a laugh. I can almost imagine him as an annoying smurf and me as that evil Garbage Bell guy... only smarter, better named and without a twisted nose. Scratch that, I'm not Gargle Bell.

Oh, he's climbing up the diving board. Great!

He took a deep breath and jumped in. He stayed under 'water' for more than a normal human should.

I tensed up. I didn't mean to kill him. My whole body froze as my ears perked up, eyes focused intently on the spot he'd landed. Was the paint too thick? Oh God, what if--

Never have I ever thought I'd be happy to see a human smurf trying to look angry. I sighed in relief, smiling cheekily at him

Wait - pause. Happy?! Oh well, my prank did work after all.

...I don't know what color this is. Imagine a blue guy fuming red with anger.

Blue plus red gives purple, right?

"Hey, purple head!" I sang childishly, walking into the pool area, carefully, ten feet away from my masterpiece.

"Chad." He breathed. More like steamed out. Seriously, he looks like those cartoon steam engines which could blow off any second. Choo choo!

"Yeah, that's my name. Use your own, Smurfette." That is Ron's cue.

He ran in from behind and swiftly placed the wig on his head. I was tempted to take a picture, but I stopped myself, not wanting bully the poor guy. Harmless fun, that's all I'm ever into.

I laughed my head off looking at the purple Smurfette in front of me.

"Come on, Brad, why are you so blue?" I managed to choke out between my laughter.

"You're not lucky this time, Chad Raymond Parker." He grunted.

Ooooh, so he pulled out the full name card.

Should I be scared?

"You have three seconds to run, Chad. I'll keep him distracted." Ron said, a hint of seriousness in his tone.

Perfect. If I could get Brad to chase me around the whole neighborhood looking like that...

"Oh no!" I said, mockingly, "Braddy smurf is gonna to catch me!"

I'll admit that I'm slower than him in running. But fret not, my beloved fans, for tact is as important as speed.

I took off jogging backward, making faces at him and taunting him to come after me. It's pretty easy to make him angry or fool him. That's the best part about pranking people.

In less than one minute, we running around the street with him smurfing out his anger, chasing me.

You see, another con with my speed, is that I have to slow down and catch my breath if I had to laugh and run, so I counted on my tactics.  I zig zagged down the street, dodging invisible obstacles and pushing some down behind me to trip my chaser.

Long story short: This baby smurf-human was chasing me all around the town.

But, all good things come to an end so I ran into a dead end. Well, at least he didn't catch me.

I held out one of my palms horizontally on top of the other.

"Time out!" I was backing towards the wall.

Alright, this is getting scary. "Brad...." I started, in a warning tone, slightly nervous as I pushed against the wall. "Time out, boy. E- e easy there-"

His purple was slowly turning red, matching my hair color.

He lifted his fist up and then dropped it, chucking and shaking his head.

"I wanted to destroy your face, but I see that Mother Nature has done it so perfectly."

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