Free Pranked by Katy Grant Page A

Let’s fly these from the flagpole so everybody in camp can appreciate them.”
    My stomach had the same nervous feeling I got when a teacher was passing out a test. “I don’t know, Reb. Haven’t we done enough? We short-sheeted her, and then that guy at the dance . . .”
    â€œKelly, c’mon. Remember the pink underwear? This is our chance to do something just as funny.” There was a big debate about who’d pulled off the pink underwear prank at Camp Crockett Saturday night. Some people thought it was the CAs and others said it was the CATs. Neither group would admit to it.
    â€œWe’ll get caught,” I said. “Everybody’ll see us.”
    â€œNot now, genius. Tonight. After everybody’s asleep. We’ll sneak out of the cabin and do it. Then tomorrow morning, they’ll be flapping in the breeze.”
    â€œIt’ll be great!” Jennifer agreed. “The Terrible Triplets strike again.” She fingered her wristband, which she was still wearing and had insisted that Reb and I keep on too. Reb thought it was stupid. I didn’t mind it. I thought it was cool we all wore the same wristband.
    â€œExactly,” Reb said. “We haven’t been very terrible lately. We’ll lose our reputation. Okay, here’s what we’ll do. . . .”
    Once Reb made up her mind about something, there was no stopping her. She really was amazing. As I listened to her, I could tell she was working out all the details in her head as she went along. And she had thought of everything.
    She said we should wait till two a.m. to make sure all the counselors were back from kitchen raids. She said she’d try to stay awake, but just in case, she had a little alarm clock she would put under her pillow so no one else would hear it. She kept stressing how quiet we had to be so we wouldn’t get caught.
    â€œWhat about flashlights?” Jennifer asked.
    â€œToo risky. Somebody might see the light. It’s not that far to the flagpole.”
    So that was the plan. I felt jittery, but in a good way. It would be a challenge to sneak out of the cabin and pull off this prank without getting caught. And then the whole camp would wake up and find a Little Mermaid bra and panties flying from the flagpole. It was pretty funny. And anyway, nobody would know whose underwear it was. Except us. And Melissa, of course. It wasn’t that embarrassing.
    Later everyone came in and picked out their clothes. If Melissa noticed that some of her underwear was missing, she didn’t say anything. We could hardly wait for night to come.
    Rachel should’ve suspected something, because we all got in bed with no fuss. Then we just lay there in the dark, waiting. I kept shifting from my side to my back to my stomach. Lights out was ten o’clock. That meant we had a four-hour wait.
    â€œQuit flopping around over there,” Reb whispered. “I’m trying to sleep.”
    â€œSorry.” I smiled. Good cover, Reb . I closed my eyes and tried to be still.
    And then, about fifteen minutes later, Reb was shaking me. She put her hand over my mouth and whispered, “It’s time.”
    Good thing she’d covered up my mouth, because I kind of grunted. Two a.m.? Already? Then I noticed how quiet and still everything was. I sat up on the edge of my bed, and my head was heavy.
    I’d stuffed a pair of jeans and a dark blue T-shirt under my covers, so I pulled those out and slipped them on. Jennifer climbed down from the top bunk like a burglar.
    A shadow stood by the bunk beds, and even though I knew it was Reb, it still sort of freaked me out because it was so dark and I couldn’t see her face at all. The shadow motioned toward the door, and Jennifer and I tiptoed behind. I could just make out the outlines of Melissa and Rachel sleeping in their cots a few feet away. I held my breath as I crept past them.
    We all three stopped at the