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For those of you who have been following me for a while, I used to have this story up and I was working on it for a bit until I decided to discontinue it because I was not passionate really for the project. But, I decided to reupload all 6 chapters that I wrote here for y'all!

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I would like to clear something up right now.

I’m not a bad kid.

I’m just a little mischievous.

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You’re going to get expelled for this, Bridget.

I shushed my inner common sense, which was the norm with me, and I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Adam should’ve texted me ten minutes ago, and I was starting to get impatient. Knowing Adam, he’d probably got lost on the way to the school he’d barely graduated last year.

However, just as I went to slip my phone back into my pocket and give up on him, it buzzed. I grinned as I read the text, and then my hand shot straight into the air.

My chemistry teacher, Mr. Grant, sighed and asked, “What is it, Miss West?”

“May I go to the bathroom?” I asked sweetly, and Mr. Grant rolled his eyes.

“You went at the beginning of class,” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is this an emergency? Class will be over in seven minutes.”

“Mr. Grant,” I said, making myself look as innocent as possible, “Would I disrupt your intriguing lecture on covalent bonds if it wasn’t an emergency?”

Mr. Grant pursed his lips, but after a moment, he sighed and pointed to the door. “Make it quick,” he commanded, and I nodded quickly. I jumped up from my chair and slung my backpack over my shoulder, since I wouldn’t be returning to class. I hurried from the room, closing the door quietly behind me.

It was only three weeks into my junior year, and Mr. Grant, as with a couple of my other teachers, had already had enough of me. I didn’t have a bad attitude or any of that, but I wasn’t the most obedient student in the world. Sometimes, following directions was just really boring.

I walked briskly down the hallway until I came to the water fountain just before the staircase. This was the meeting point that my friends and I had decided on, and I was the first one there.

I tapped my palm against my thigh impatiently, and I glanced down the hallway. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I saw Casey bounce into view. I put my hand on my hip and arched an eyebrow as my best friend approached.

“Sorry,” Casey said with a shrug, obviously reading my annoyed body language, “Ms. Bates wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom, so I had to pretty much announce to my entire class that my Aunt Flow was visiting so that she would let me leave.”

“Are you on your period?” I asked, taking a wary step back. When Casey was surfing the crimson flow, she was like the spawn of Satan. I loved the girl dearly, but I was not about to step into the line of fire.

“Nope,” Casey quipped, smirking, “But Ms. Bates doesn’t know that.”

Suddenly, I heard the sound of feet echoing in the vacant hallway, and Casey and I both looked to the right, and we found Garrett, our other accomplice and Casey’s boyfriend, pretty much sprinting towards us.

“Sorry guys,” he breathed, coming to a skidding stop, “My phone was on silent, so I just saw Adam’s text.” He wrapped his arm around Casey’s shoulder and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

“It’s fine,” I replied, and I nodded towards the stairs. “We should get going. Class is about to let out, and I want to make sure the hallways are full when we do this.”

Casey, Garrett, and I hurried down the stairs two at a time, which in retrospect probably wasn’t a good decision on my part, seeing as I’m debatably the least coordinated person on the planet. However, I managed to reach the ground level without out plummeting down the stairs, so I saw that as a good sign.

We pushed out of the double doors and I looked around for Adam. I found him parked a few feet away from the door in a sketchy, white van that you’d probably see in an episode of Law & Order SVU as the pedophiles vehicle of choice.

“He does know that his van is, like, the most conspicuous choice of transportation, right?” Casey whispered, and I sighed.

“This is Adam we’re talking about,” I replied as we walked over to the van, “He may be hilarious and awesome, but he’s not exactly the brightest bulb in the box.”

“That is an accurate way to put it,” Garrett said, and Casey chuckled.

As we reached his van, Adam opened the driver’s door and stepped onto the pavement. He shut the door behind him and adjusted the snapback that had been placed carelessly on his unruly brown curls. “How much time do we have?” he asked, squinting at us in the sun.

“None,” I replied, nodding back at the school, “Passing time is about to start, so we need to make this quick. Do you have the spray paint?”

“Yep.” Adam reached into his pocket, which was bulging in a slightly suggestive way, and he produced a can of red spray paint. He tossed it over to me, and I managed to catch it after a slight fumble.

“Alright, let’s do this,” I said, and I pointed to the door.

Adam reached for the handle, but just as he went to pull it open, he turned to look at us. “You guys might want to get closer. My uncle said these ones aren’t well-behaved. He also wants them all back, so you’re going to want to make sure they don’t escape.”

“That would be important,” Garrett said, and he, Casey, and I stepped in close to the door. Adam grinned as he pulled back the door, and suddenly, the air was filled with the foul stench of shit and the sound of oinks.

“Grab them by the rope around their necks,” Adam ordered, and as he helped all three pigs down out of the van, each of us grabbed one and held on tightly. The pigs struggled against all of us, and I gritted my teeth as I held on.

After closing the van door, Adam came over and took the pig from my hands, and I popped off the lid on the spray paint. As my friends held their pigs as still as possible, I spray painted a number, 1, 2 or 4, on each pig’s flank.

“Wait, why isn’t there a number three?” Casey asked, frowning.

“Because then we can sit back and watch them search for the pig that doesn’t exist,” I replied, grinning. Casey’s eyes widened in understanding, and she shared a look with Garrett before they both started laughing.

This prank was going to be legendary.

To start off the year, the seniors usually pull a prank. However, this year, it was one of the lamest I’d ever seen. So, even though I was a junior, I’d taken it upon myself to give the school an actual prank.

I’d enlisted the help of Casey and Garrett, my fellow juniors, and Adam, who had graduated last year. Adam’s uncle had a farm half an hour away, and like Adam, he was willing to get in on the prank just for the hell of it. He’d promised us three pigs, which had been micro-chipped so they could be sent back to him. He’d also said that he would swear he didn’t give them to us, and that he wouldn’t press any charges or anything like that that the police wanted him to do.

“Okay,” I said, taking the pig back from Adam. I shoved the spray paint into the water bottle pocket of my backpack and nodded at Garrett and Casey. “Let’s get them in the school and then release them.” I looked back at Adam and mouthed “thank you”, and he just nodded before climbing back into the van. His part in the prank was over.

Casey, Garrett and I led the pigs over to the doors, and as I reached for the door handle, I looked back at them. “Are you guys sure you still want to do this?” I asked, “It is pretty risky if we get caught.”

“Don’t worry, Bridget,” Garrett said, “If any of us get caught, we know the drill; don’t rat out anyone else. Plus, you’re the one who has the most to lose, since you’ve been suspended already.”

Garrett did have a point. I’d been suspended last year for building a barricade in the middle of a hallway using a couple desks and chairs that had been stacked outside a classroom. The principal of my school had been unimpressed with my creative structure, and I’d been sent out of school for three days.

“Let’s get this party started,” I stated with a grin, and I pulled open the doors. We all led our respective pig into the school and past the stairs, and after sharing a devious look, we released them onto the first floor of the school. It was that time of day when students would start to go to the cafeteria to eat, and since it was on the first floor, we could be certain that the pigs would run into a ton of people.

“Alright,” I said, looking around to make sure we hadn’t been seen, “We need to scatter.” Casey and Garrett nodded, and they hurried off onto the first floor, where they were going to hide in a janitor’s closet and make out. Then, when the janitor caught them, they would have a reasonable alibi, since that wouldn’t be the first time they’d been caught in a closet together.

I took the stairs up to the second floor, and just as I got to the landing, I heard the screaming start. I chuckled to myself and strolled down the hallway towards my locker, where I had a bag of Doritos, my favorites, stowed away.

I reached my locker, but just as I started to twist my combination into the lock, I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder.

“Miss West, I’m going to need you to accompany me to the principal’s office.”

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 “I’m just curious, Bridget; was a stupid prank worth getting expelled?”

I bit my lip to keep from saying a sarcastic yes, because if I did, my dad’s head might explode. His question was one of those where if you actually replied, he’d go off on a tangent about how you were being incredibly dumb, and there would be a lot of swear words. I’d made the mistake of actually replying once, and I think my dad had actually managed to break the record of most swear words in a sentence.

To clarify, I had, in fact, been expelled from my high school. One of the teachers who’d had me last year had gone to find me as soon as she saw the first pig. She’d seen the can of spray paint, which I’d been an idiot to not give back to Adam, and then it was too the principal’s office with me.

The first thing that they’d tried to do was get the names of the other people who’d helped me, but I wasn’t going to give Casey and Garrett up. They were my friends, and we’d made a pact. If only one of us was to get in trouble, that was good for me.

They’d sat me outside the office, and I had to wait for my mom and dad to show up, since they’d been called immediately. After ten minutes of the principal talking only to my parents, I’d been called in and expelled. It wasn’t dramatic or anything, like in the movies. He just told me that after a suspension, the next major offense was grounds for expulsion.

My dad and mom had argued for me to stay, of course, but the principal had held firm. In a matter of seconds, I had been officially expelled from my high school. I did regret the prank, as funny as it had been, and I wished I’d thought things through before doing it.

My dad pulled the car into the driveway of our house, and with a death glare at me, he opened the driver’s door and climbed out of the car. He slammed the car shut behind him and stalked into the house.

“He’s really mad isn’t he?” I breathed, leaning between the front seats and glancing over at my mom.

“Well, his daughter was just expelled from school,” my mom replied, looking over at me, “He isn’t exactly feeling peachy.”

“Mom, I’m sorry,” I said with a sigh, and I sat back unceremoniously into my seat.

“Sorry you did it? Or are you just sorry that you got caught?”

I thought about lying, but my mom would’ve seen right through it, so I honestly replied, “I’m just mostly sorry that I got caught. That prank took a while to think up and pull off.”

“That’s what I thought,” my mom said with a chuckle, and she opened the passenger door of the car. However, before she stepped out, my mom turned back and looked at me, and I saw a sparkle of amusement in her eye.

“Make no mistake, Bridget,” she stated, “I’m not saying that I am okay with you getting expelled, because that couldn’t be farther than the truth.”

Her voice trailed off, and I frowned, “But?” I asked.

“But,” my mom continued, “That was a pretty good prank.”

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