ABC Tratie
(New story starting=addiction) (Read and Review)
A is for Ammunition.
"Spontaneity is the key to pranking," Travis had repeatedly drilled her on this one line. The Stolls and Julius Caesar would have been best friends-Veni, Vidi, Vici. But Katie had consistently found that however well that might have worked out for her partners in crime, she needed a plan in order to work well. It was how she operated.
The Stolls had taught her one valuable life lesson in their time together-there is nothing a well-executed prank cannot solve. Every problem she had, she had battled with pranks. The death of her favorite half-sister. KP duty on Friday night. Her dad's unemployment.
And now, her breakup with Travis.
It may have been betrayal. Katie wasn't familiar with the rules. She wasn't the type to obey a handbook-and Travis and Connor weren't the type to hand them out. So there was probably no written rule against pranking a Hermes counselor.
Even pharmacists need to take their own medicine sometimes...right?
So Katie brought the cavalry, and she brought the Navy, and the Air Force, and the SEALs too, just for extra credit. The only person in the camp who wasn't in on her re-prank was Chiron, and he didn't count as much because he was only half-human, although she wasn't so sure about that since everyone else in camp wasn't exactly human either. But everyone knew, and everyone shut their lips near the Hermes kids.
The first act of war was outside, when the camp was eating. They were having curry rice, eggs, and lamb kebabs, and it all started when Katie's loyal brother Donny (a skilled whistler) stuck his fingers on his tongue and squealed out a wolf whistle. Immediately, the Demeter table burst into action, flinging salt and pepper shakers, silverware, and meat skewers at the unfortunate Hermes cabin. The other cabins quickly followed suit, and the Hermes kids attempted to retaliate, but they soon lost hope and hid themselves under their tablecloths. The other cabins continued to pelt them with spoon-catapults of curry sauce until Connor's hand chivalrously rose above the rubble, flapping a white tissue with all of his might.
The snot on it did nothing to detract from the glory of it.
They had surrendered. But Katie still wasn't done.
She wasn't over Travis yet.