Once upon a time, there was a young girl. The girl, named Annabeth, had two older sisters named Natasha and Jenna. Jenna disliked her little sister Annabeth and liked to play pranks on her.
Once, Jenna set a bucket full of syrupy juice and water, heavily colored with yellow food coloring on top of Annabeth’s door to her room. Jenna stood on the far corner of the room to wait for her little sister. Soon enough, Annabeth wandered into her room--and the yellow juice/water soaked her to the bone.
Annabeth, furious, saw her sister leaning against the wall, laughing heartily. “My clothes are ruined!” Annabeth cried tearfully.
“Exactly,” Jenna said, still giggling.
Another time, Jenna took it to far. She knew that Annabeth had a fear of spiders, so she gathered a dozen from an old warehouse close by and laid the siders in Annabeth’s bed as she slept.
It was a little past midnight when poor Annabeth awoke, feeling a dreadful crawling sensation up her legs. She decided that it must be her imagination, and snuggled back underneath the covers. But when the crawling continued, Annabeth turned on her little lamp that sat on her bedside table, figuring that if she saw nothing, it would confirm that there was nothing crawling in her bed.
In a pool of yellow light, Annabeth lifted her covers--only to find a dozen spiders, the biggest ones the size of a mouse, the smallest the size of Annabeth’s thumb. Annabeth screamed, and later got in trouble for waking everybody up.
But, two nights later, Annabeth knew that she would get back at Jenna. She had gotten a dozen plastic spiders that looked very realistic. And, that night, while Jenna slept, Annabeth positioned the plastic spiders in crawling positions all over the bed.
Early that morning, Jenna woke with a fright, screaming. Annabeth arrived and said, “How do you like it?”
Jenna, thinking that the plastic spiders were real, cried, “Stop it! Get them off of me!”
Annabeth laughed, “I’m the prankster now, Jenna. If you promise never to play pranks on me ever again, then I will take them off.”
Jenna swore.
“Okay, then,” Annabeth said, plucking up the spiders on by one and cradling them all in her arm.
“I thought that you were afraid off spiders!” Jenna gasped, blinking in astonishment.
“I am,” Annabeth admitted, placing the last spider in her arm. “but I’m not afraid of plastic ones.”
And Jenna never pranked Annabeth again, even years after. Because she knew that she might bite back.
-KittyLover8
© 2012
The Trickster
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