A/N: I'M NOT YAGI!
Just so you know, not every prompt will be in order. This prompt is pranks.
Also set in my story "Meine Kleines Mädchen: My Little Girl".
How Clare got the drop on her, she'll never know.
Not as long as she was going through this little phase of hers.
"I am not excited to get out of my room...that child has probably rigged it with a bucket of ashes again..." She mumbled, looking at the door before she took a hesitant hand to the knob and turned it, walking out.
Right when a bucket of ice water landed on her.
The fates must have hated her so badly for having pulled so many practical jokes in her childhood that the trait went to her only child.
Especially when said seven year old was laughing downstairs.
At least she still had her cat with her.
"Clare...I will certainly get you back for this when I'm dry..." She grouchily muttered, moving her hair out of her eyes.
Judging by how she went silent at that little comment, Clare must have heard her.
"Uh-oh." She said, sinking under the coffee table so she wouldn't be found.
Of course, Teresa held on to her words and pranked her back.
A/N: I might post a longer version of this on the story that this little excerpt is based off of.
But this is probably the longest one so far.
~Deathblow88