"I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth." -Pete Townshend

I woke up to a sound of a sharp ringing which pierced my eardrums and made me sit up

immediately. I looked up. I saw the huge flat digital clock when I looked up. It said 12:27.

I immediately thought of possibilities of why I was waking this early, because I usually wake

really, really early. It must've had something to do with my friends. They were usually the

cause of me waking up late. Or normally. Or waking at any time except for 6:00.

Anyway, I got up, because I had woke up, and there was no point in wasting this Saturday

morning. Well, it was the afternoon now, but you get my point.

As I walked outside, the coldness embraced me with a big bear hug. "Ow." I said, suddenly

beginning to freeze.

"Rring." my cell phone rang. Well, actually, it wasn't that ringtone, but my ringtone isn't that

tasteful. All it is is Jeff Dunham's Achmed the dead terrorist saying "Pick up the phone, it's

going to explode!"

Now, that sounds like a pretty good ringtone, but imagine how embarrassing it is to be in the

middle of Language Arts and have Achmed say "Pick up the phone, it's going to explode!" to

a whole class of 11th graders. Now that you have that idea stuck in your head, imagine having

happen to you when you're in a field trip to Washington, DC and it rings while you're shaking

Obama's hand, and a bunch of CIA guys tackle you. That happened to me last week.

Anyway, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. It was showing a picture of a kid with a speech

bubble coming out of his mouth saying "I don't give a shit." It was Ozzy.

No, not Ozzy Ozzbourne. His real name was Ozymandias Landon, but who likes saying

Ozymandias every time you reference to a kid with shaggy black-red hair with wild bangs and

a hoodie that has smartass slogans like "If I knew the answer, I'd be teaching the class."

I answered the phone by saying "Princeofdarknesssayswhat?"

"Wha?" Ozzy said.

"Yes, what?" I replied to his clueless question.

"Oh, yeah. Ok. Reese and Kyle told me to tell you to meet in front of the school in 15

minutes."

"Ok." I said and hung up.

Ah yes, Reese, the Goddess of pranks. Ever since I knew her, I knew her for being happy to

prank anyone at any time anywhere.

Suddenly, I let out a groan.

It's not as if I don't like pranks, it's just that whenever I prank anyone with Reese, I'm the one

that gets blamed. Actually, even if I don't help Reese prank someone, I still get blamed. I think

there's something about me that makes me her top priority for getting in trouble for her pranks.

And amazingly, she has never got caught. Well, maybe before I moved here, but never since

me. I think she considers me a good luck charm for her pranks.

In 15 minutes, I was standing in front of South Park High School with Kyle, Reese, Ozzy, and

for some reason Vito Sossani. Vito was a kind of Persian kid who was the second tallest person

in the 11th grade. I was the 1st .

"So what are we going to do this time?" I asked Reese.

Reese handed me a bag containing firecrackers of illegal size.

"Sweet." I said. "Just don't blame it on me this time."

"This time," Reese said, putting on a serious accent "I won't."

"Good. Jet's get to it, then."

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