one | senior prank

"Don't be out too late!" I heard my older brother scream behind me, just before the door swung closed. The wind blew against my hair and I shivered, pulling my beanie down so it covered my forehead and pushed my hands further, deeper into my pocket. My phone played a soft song, indicating someone was calling me. Forcing myself to pull my hands out of my warm pockets, I slid sideways to answer the call.

"You there?" Athena's voice filled my ear.

"Almost, be at the school in 5."

"Cool, I'm running a bit late but see you."

"Bye."

Every year in the fall, two seniors pull a prank at the school, a memorable one that is talked about the entire year. The tradition had been going on for years but the prankers of each year were kept anonymous. The prankers are always two seniors chosen at random who are secretly delivered letters on how the prank is to be executed. The lucky seniors this year were me and my best friend, Athena, and we were given combinations to every locker in the school and told to "mess with the locks".

As I got to the school, I took out the key I found in the envelope. Sliding it in the lock, I watched the door to the school open with a loud 'click'. Looking around to make sure no one was following, I quietly slid inside the school.

The hallways were empty and everything was eerily quiet, unlike the zoo we had to experience every morning. I snapped my head towards the sudden bang that shook the hallways. Eyes wide, I slid behind a row of lockers, watching the scene that laid before my eyes.

Two men in black suits held a man by the shoulders, keeping him from fighting back. Another tall man with broad shoulders stood right in front of him with a gun pointing at the held man's head. Two other men stood by his side like bodyguards. Tension arose from all of them. "I'm going to ask you one more time, where... is... it?" he asked in a soft seemingly gentle voice but the hardness in his voice told me asking wasn't the only thing he was going to do.

"I don't have it," the man being questioned tried one more time to break free, only to be pushed down harder.

I could almost see the anger radiating off the man as he gripped the gun tighter. His fingers playfully touched the trigger, taunting the man in front of him. I gasped, then covered my mouth with my hand.

The man with the gun turned around and re-pointed his gun, this time in my direction. "Who's there?" 

a/n: hi everyone! im super excited to publish the first chapter of this book and that you started reading it! i hope you enjoy it, though the chapters are a bit short, you'll find that i try writing entire scenes in each update and save you guys from cliff hangers... most of the time ;)

also, yes, the chapters ARE short.. it's a short story :)

stay tuned! thanks!