Dear Diary, "Today I made a fool out of myself, even more than usual. I made friends with a girl named Keetan, and she had two eyebrows. Thank God."

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After breakfast it was time to head back to our dorms. We said goodbye to Keetan ( she was in a different section of the building than us ) but we would see her later for full band practice. When we got to our dorm, there was a sign posted on the door, and we all crowded around it to read it. It had each of our names on it saying what counselor we had and where to go to meet them.

Pru Klein: Clarinet Section, Hannah Mayes...report to the lobby

Wendy Laylard: Clarinet Section, Hannah Mayes...report to the lobby

Brey Studdard: Colorguard Section, Captain Josh Myers...report to football field

And then it listed the other girl's names that were in our dorm with us. I smiled at Brey because we would be together and I was so thankful to be a clarinet at the moment. "We'll walk down there together." Pru stated happily, putting an arm around me.

"Naw, I was planning on leaving you and getting lost in the building because I don't know my way around here. I don't need you." I joked.

"You guys, are you oblivious? Don't you see who my captain is?" Brey pointed at the sign and stared at us like we were idiots. We read the name.

"Dude, it's a dude." Pru said, her mouth open wide.

"You mean you find it weird that a guy does color guard?" I asked.

"Yeah, he must be gay or something. I hope he isn't hot." Brey leaned against the door and sighed.

"Oh my gosh, there are like three guys on my school's color guard team. They're really good too. This Josh dude must be as well, if he's the captain." I grabbed Pru's hand. "Come on, let's head down there."

"No, wait. We don't have to be there for a while, right? We have at least thirty minutes. What do you want to do?" Pru made me let go of her hand.

"Let's play a prank on Tabatha." Brey insisted, rubbing her hands together as if she were planning a terrible deed. I looked from Brey to Pru.

"Who's-"

"I knew you'd ask. She used to be our best friend, until she crossed over to the dark side." Brey wiggled her fingers at me and made 'whooo' sounds. I backed away.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, she used to be cool like us. In that I mean she used to not care what people thought and she was hilarious and fun to be around. Then she started hanging out with the preppies. We've hated her ever since; she basically became a traitor and traded us in for better friends. I don't know about you, but I think the preppies are all vegetables. They don't have any personalities and they all look the same." By the time she said the last sentence, her eyes had narrowed into almost nothing.

"Okay, so what do you want to do to her? I like pranks."

"Well, Wendy..I hope you like guinea pigs, because you're about to become ours."

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Brey had a 'brilliant' idea. Because Tabatha had never met me, she wouldn't know I had been sent by Pru and Brey. I was supposed to go to her dorm, knock on the door, and be a bearer of bad news. I was going to say I was a camp counselor and that I had been sent by Jordan. The lie was Tabatha's mom had called and said her grandfather had died, and to pack up her things because they would be flying over seas to the funeral. ( He lived in Jamaica. )

I knocked on the door. I was wearing a lanyard key chain that had a whistle on it and a sun visor. I think Pru and Brey did a good job making me look like a counselor. It was also lucky that I looked older than my age. Most of the time I hated that, but right now there was a pro to it.

A girl opened the door. I wasn't sure if she was Tabatha or not, so I cleared my throat and began my lie. "Are you Tabatha Creoles?" The girl stared at me like I was scum, and nodded.

"Yes, that would be me." She put her hands on her hips and looked me up and down. I hated her already and it made it so much easier to lie to her face.

"Sweet heart, I'm..Rhonda the trumpet captain and I've been sent here by Jordan. Sweetie, your mom called."

"And..?" Tabatha held her hands up waiting.

"Honey cake, your grandpa passed away in his sleep yesterday."

I didn't know if had worked or if she believed me because for a minute she just stood there. Then her eyes began to water.

"Pappy? No.." She started to cry. Suddenly I felt a weight being dropped on my shoulders. I couldn't do this: I thought about how much I loved my own grandfather.

"Look," I started, holding out a hand to her, "I'm sorry. I can't do this. Your grandpa is still alive." I couldn't believe what I was saying! "It was just a prank, I'm just an actor."

She stopped sobbing. "I am too, bitch." An evilsmile crossed her face. "I've been able to make myself cry since I was four years old. I know Rhonda, and you aren't her. Did Pru and Brey send you?"

I stood baffled. "Well.."

"Those whores are going down."

What had I done?

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