Yet another random idea that popped into my head... I'm not sure if it's getting better or worse nowadays with me in Annie and all...
Where I live nothing's safe, nothing goes right, and crime is everywhere you turn. Yet... life goes on - maybe not the way you always want it to, but it DOES go on, for most fortunate people anyway. My birthday is coming up (on Friday), as is my party, a sleep-over. Of course, Peyton, Tara, and I planned to have some fun with it. I mean, with the danger and everything, we could take advantage of it SOMETIMES, right?
The next day, (Thursday, and we were getting more and more excited by the hour) Peyton, Tara, and I were all busy doing what could mostly be considered as decorating, but we were also planning. See, we are known as notorious jokers, and a group. We almost never fight with each other, and we TRY to be nice to everyone, with our words anyway. Actions... not so much. We love to prank people, and this is a great opportunity. My mom let us go shopping as a birthday treat, and we were in the prank shop the whole time. And we don't go for that sissy stuff like whoopie cushions either, we go big, or go home.
"Uh... a little help ovah here," Peyton said. See, Peyton's short, and she takes pride in that, because it's so much easier for her to hide than the rest of us. And no, she doesn't really have an accent, she just likes to screw up her speech to mess with people's heads. And at the time being her head was messed up too, there were streamers that she'd been trying to hang up all over it.
"Girl, you are a mess," Tara said and came over. She reached over and grabbed the staple gun from Peyton's hand. Then she took the streamers off her head before hanging them back up.
I hadn't really been paying attention to any of this (Peyton was a well known total klutz), and said, "I know we didn't get a tape, but should we act like bears?"
"Nah, too kiddie," Tara said. Peyton, on the other hand, had on her pirate face.
Tara and I recognized it at the same time, and said together, "Oh no." Even though this was never bad for us, it certainly was for some other people. The pirate face was turning into a huge grin.
"See, here's what we do..." Tara and I leaned in, eager to hear what she had to say...
Friday. Party day, I really hadn't listened to a word in school, not that we were doing anything anyway. To quote my teachers while they're talking to my parents, "Kailie could be in the gifted class, she just doesn't apply herself correctly." Meaning: I could be in the gifted class with nerds, but I choose to wreak havoc with my ' friends instead. My friends never hear anything of the such from their parents (or teachers, I eavessdropped to know that little tidbit). See, Tara's smart in her own way. She chooses what she wants to do, and she wants to write. Trust me, I've seen her notebook, it gave me a headache. The funny thing is, they have to make up special writing classes to even attempt to keep up with Tara. And that's the only reason she doesn't fail in things like math: her extra writing is extra credit. Peyton, well... Peyton doesn't really care. She thinks the only reason they keep passing her is because they don't want to deal with her antics another year. But I've seen her grades, and they are far above decent - in some subjects. Occasionally they have to give her a tutor (depending on what time of the year it is, because Peyton would rather be doing other things than school work), but it's usually for writing. And then the only one who really wants to help Peyton (the prankster) with writing is the other prankster, Tara. It works out, as does life. I'm not saying our life is carefree either. There's metal detectors at all entrances (Peyton says: to make our lives harder), and cameras everywhere (Again, she says the same). Yet our school has actually been invaded a couple of times, a couple kids have been taken. But they never even see Tara, Peyton or me. The school's power fails whenever there's even a warning of intrusion (To make everyone harder to find), and we each have our special hiding places. All Peyton has to do is dive into the big box of kickballs kept in the classroom, and her dark brown hair blends in easily. Tara, who is a skilled climber, scales the shelves until she gets to the various boxes at the top to hide on top of. I, well, I hide on these big, revolving bookshelves. No one ever even sees me. These spots are also useful for mayhem, even though the teacher almost always knows it was one, or all, of us.
"Hellooooooooooo," Peyton always has the same greeting when she comes to my house, and it never fails. My dog, Rookie, never fails to bark the same tone back to her. Peyton just walked in, not bothering to knock or anything. "So, boy, I see you didn't eat any of my wonderful decorations," She said while bending down to scrath Rookie behind the ears. "Where's the ol' slowpoke?" I knew right away she was talking about Tara, who often dawdled while walking somewhere, always getting more and more ideas for a story or four.
Suddenly Tara burst through the back door - the kitchen door, where we happened to be - and panted, "Some news... attack... said explosions... do?"
"Some news reached you about a terrorist attack with said explosions, and what do we do?" Peyton translated, and that's why we're best friends.
Tara nodded.
"Well, we don't do anything because rumors fly about like gnats 'round these parts, and plus, I haven't heard any explosions, have you?" Peyton asked Tara with a glint in her eye. It was true, there were a ton of gnats around here, and I happened to be allergic to them. Yeah, I practically live in bugs' spray.
After a pause, I said, "So... barf gag on who?"
"Hm... we've already pulled it on Cele, Ellie, Kylee..."
"Don't forget Tracie. I think that's it. Plus, Tracie never cares, she doesn't get scared - she just laughs. Is she even invited?"
"All of 'em are." I said.
"Kay... why not Dixie?" Dixie is what we actually call Dakota. Dakota hates her name, so...
"Oh, perfect. Dixie has a serious problem with stuff like that." Peyton and I said together.
"Okay, we have got to stop doing that," I told her.
"Agreed."
"Hm... what about the fly-marshmallow-gum thing?" Tara asked.
"The fly-marshmallow-gum... oooooooh."
"Peyton! How could you forget that one? That was perfect!" The Fly-Marshmallow-Gum thing is a little complicated, but we plan on using it tonight.
"Do you have all the supplies needed for that one?" Tara asked me.
"Yup. Saved 'em from last time," I replied.
"Eew! Remind me never to eat a marshmallow again at your house!" Peyton explained with her nose crinkled in disgust.
"Ha... we have ones that aren't like, three years old, Peyton. I just prefer to use old ones for The Fly-Marshmallow-Gum thing."
"Guys, shut up! They're coming!"
Wow Five o'clock was upon us. Peyton and I rushed to put the prank supplies in a backpack (Peyton cringing when she saw the marshmallows) before anyone else could see them.
Tara ushered people into the kitchen when she was sure the coast was clear.
"Peyton, slip outside, put the supplies in the tent." I hissed in her ear. She could, being so small, easily navigate through a crowd without being missed. Tara glanced over while everyone else was talking and saw Peyton, and the backpack, weren't there anymore. She nodded her approval.
All of a sudden we heard a loud scream... well, more of a screech.
Tara and I looked at eachother for a moment before saying "Peyton," and rushing out the door. Peyton isn't easily scared, so this is either a prank, or something serious, was running through my head. I could easily tell where Peyton had walked, and followed the trail as fast as I could without falling. Why did we have to put the tent so far from the house? Why?
Tara glanced at me, and we both sped up.
"Peyton! Where are you, Peyton?" I called out, then stopped in my tracks. "What if this is a prank?" I asked Tara.
"I highly doubt that, she would've told us."
"Yeah," I agreed, and kept running on the path to the tent. I saw a form laying on the ground... covered in blood that mixed in with her dark brown hair...
"Tara, we put a cell in the tent 'for emergencies'. Call an ambulance. Now." She nodded and dashed to the flap, then dove through. I closed my eyes, then got down on my knees next to Peyton. "Pey, can you hear me?"
Something of a gurgle rose up out of her throat. I glanced at Tara, who had come back.
"On their way," is all she said, and I nodded.
When the ambulance finally did get there, I knew time was NOT on Peyton's side.
[A/N] How's that for a light, summer writing? Haha. This is sorta sloppy work, because I'm tired, and SCHOOL ENDS TOMORROW! Yipee!
Just giving you a heads-up, this actually is my friend's idea, I just sorta took it as my own, after getting permission, of course. But after this chapter, the plot'll be WAY different from hers. So... good night!