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Sam's first day of high school :)
"So, what's the plan again?"
"Go to homeroom, put the stinkbomb in the teacher's desk, and pretend my mom is a skunk," Sam parrots with the zipper of her backpack nervously in one hand. "Then, when they ask why I did it I'll start screaming."
"Possession? Nice," April nods along with a little grin.
There's an awkward pause where neither of them know how to follow this up, but Sam clears her throat first. Even though, of course, she says nothing. They idle along the traffic wasting away the morning light on the way to her first day of high school. April might have skipped out on work a little bit, but she had a clear schedule and if anyone complained there'd be arson to worry about. The only sadness is that Andy couldn't make it.
Hungover Johnny Karate is impossible to wake. And you bet April has tried everything.
To say the least, knowing just that and just that this is the first step to another part of Sam's life, April is very relieved to have this prank playlist in store to share with Sam. It helps ease the process.
After another breath, Sam asks, "Mom, could you... um, drop me off away from-"
"Gotcha."
Sam smiles to herself, looking down at her backpack. She manages to mumble a thanks.
There's no stinkbomb inside her bag, but April isn't against it. Neither is there a skunk suit - again, April wants nothing more than to ring her beautiful stink-baby home for an out-of-school suspension on her first day - but that acknowledgment is worth it.
April parks a block away, still in sight of the school. Other pre-teens stalk into the entryway of the high school, the crappy metal doors getting more work than they have in all the summer months put together. Sam takes a deep breath.
"Y'sure you don't want a bunch of cherry bombs or something?" April asks, hoping it sounds as reassuring as she means it.
"Nah." Sam shrugs, and leans over to kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks, uh... see you after school."
April mumbles in response and has to inhale, deep, to ease the nerves. Maybe to really calm herself she'd go and grab a frozen pizza and call off the day to nurse Hung(over) Mr. Karate back to health.