As I set my books down at my desk for first period literacy class, I realized Stacey Sullivan was snickering at me from behind. I ignored her and continued to sit down. But, as soon as I did so, I totally regretted it. Ppbblltt! Great. The classic whoopee cushion prank. The whole class erupted in laughter, and I felt my face get as hot as the Sahara Desert.
“P. U., Erika! What did you eat for breakfast this morning? A can of beans?” Stacey shouted loud enough for the whole class, including Mr. Shaffuers, to hear.
I just rolled my eyes.
“Quiet!” Mr. Shaffuers shouts. “If this behavior continues, I will give you all a detention! Especially you, Miss Sullivan! Take that thing and throw it in the trash, will you?”
Blushing hard, Stacey stood up and maneuvered around her desk over to mine. I stood up, and she picked up the whoopee cushion from my seat and trudged over to the trash where she then disposed of it.
Ha! I thought. In your face, Sullivan!
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After literacy, I grabbed my stuff for math and met up with one of my best friends, Ainsley.
“Guess what happened now?” I started.
“Let me guess. Stacey pulled the whoopee cushion prank on you?” She said.
“What?!” I shouted in disbelief. “How did you know?!” …show more content…
Petreniksen.
“What was that you put in your pocket, Missy?” Ms. Petreniksen questioned.
“Uh-uh... I-I..,” I stuttered. For the second time in a row today, my face turned a bright shade of reddish pink.
“Whatever. I don’t have time for all of this monkey business. Whatever it is, please throw it out so we can continue our lesson, please,” she said with a stern tone.
So, I made my way over to the trash can, where I then pulled the sticky substance out of my pocket and placed it in the trash can. Then I maneuvered my way around the other desks towards mine. When I sat down, I could still feel the eyeballs burning through my