#15

Some days I dream about staying in bed under my warm wooly blankets and not have to think about school. And fortunately for me, it happened today. I have a fever so my mom made me stay home.

I was able to sleep in till noon – and I had my lunch served to me in bed while I watched the news. Yeah, that’s what I call life. That afternoon I spent hours in front of the tube watching newsmen and women talk about the aftermath of the earthquake and other local news.

I checked my clock; it was close to four in the afternoon when I heard something come in through the window . . . and splatter all over my carpeted floor. I got out of my bed and looked out from my second floor window to see Carl with a bucket full of water balloons. But these weren’t ordinary water balloons: they were filled with dye.

I quickly shut my window and quickly called my mom to tell her to stop Carl from throwing things at the house. The yellow stain on the floor would definitely leave a stain – and my mom would be ticked.

I could hear my mother right now opening the front door. And by now Carl must be running around the block, making his escape. That dummy. What he did wasn’t even funny. Why’d he have to be so destructive with his pranks?

I went to sleep that night wondering how I could get back at Carl. But there was something strange about my room. It was the smell. It smelled really funky. And then I realized that the water balloon that Carl threw into my room had egg yolk in it. And it was beginning to rot.

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all i can say is... sweeeeeet...