Pinesol

Me and Richie were the funniest guys at school. Some called us class clowns; we called ourselves the school circus. We were full of surprises. Always pulling random pranks on a teacher or a student who we thought was our enemy. It sorta became the expectation of the whole class for us to do something stupid and funny to relieve the pressure of the spelling test or counting quiz. This 5th grade year was our prime year.

Max was a bold kid that would always try to embarrass us whenever he got the chance. He would make fun of my paw patrol lunch box on the lunch table. He would be the door holder for the class, but when I’m about to walk through the door, he would slam it in my face. I almost cried last time he did it. This time we were going to get him back.

I stole a bottle of Pinsol from mom’s cleaning pantry this morning. We knew Max arrived around 8:45 to class, so me and Richie asked our moms to take us to school earlier. Our excuse was that we were helping to clean the school with our teachers. We found max’s cubby box where he puts his lunch box in everyday before class. I took the Pinesol and began to spray it on the ground where he would stand. Richie got water from the water fountain and splashed it on the floor to make it extra sliperry. We began to snicker and chuckle. This would be our best prank yet.

Now was the time. Me and Richie ran down the hall to see Max meet his doom. Max walked in dancing and leaping like he was Dorothy from the wizard of Oz. His last step was the cleanest step of all. He fell for it. He began to battle for a grip on the ground but the pinesol already had his feet. We watch him fight for his life like a roach when it gets sprayed with RAID Spray. His feet where everywhere. He slipped and flew backwards in the air and landed on his back. All the 5th grade students in the hallway went into an uproar of laughter. Max was angry and we were happy.