Wait, I'm a Tomlinson?!?

I'm an orphan. Nineteen years old. I know, I should have left by now. But us eighteen and older love it here! I got adopted by my idol. My name is Abby. I live in Doncaster, England. And here's my story. (They're swears in here, cause I thought it might be more funny if there was so yeah.)

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40. Chapter 36

Abby's POV

 

Ugh man I'm so tired today. I really don't know what to do. OO ILL PULL SOME PRANKS. One for Ronald, Shaundale and Nick. Hehehe. For Ronald, I have this powder thingy that you put in water and it makes your voice go away for 30 seconds. Wait till the look on his face. For Shaundale, I'm going to text him saying that I'm breaking up with him even though we aren't together. His reactions will be priceless! For Nick, I have the same soccer ball as him that's really flat, so I'm going to pop mine and replace it with Nick's. He'll freak.

First up, Mr. Ronald. 

"Hey Ronald, what's up?" I asked. 

"Nothing much, I could use a glass of water though" he said, his voice cracking a bit. Yes, perfect. 

"Okay I'll be right back with one" I said. 

I walked in the kitchen and fetched a glass and filled it with water. I grabbed the packet with the powder thingy and mixed it. You can't tell whether there's something there or not. 

"Here you go" I said handing him the glass. 

"Thank you" he said.

He chugged it, he tried talking. Nothing came out. He tried talking again, but nothing came out. He began panicking. I was trying not to laugh. Thirty seconds has passed.

"......AHHH I LOST MY VOI-oh, what was that about?" He asked.

"HAHAHA YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!!" I yelled laughing.

All he did was glare at me, which made me laugh more. Next up, Shaundale. I grabbed my phone and clicked on his contact and texted him. 

"YOURE SUCH A DICK IM BREAKING UP WITH YOU!"

«What?»

"I'm breaking up with you, how clear can I get?"

«I'm so confused»

"Well you shouldn't be!"

«We weren't even..?"

"We were!"

«What?»

"...I'm dying"

«What no one's dying»

"I'm dying... OF LAUGHTER!"

«-.- I'm not talking to you»

"You live in my house"

«True»

The conversation ended there. Nick, get ready for me to KICK your butt. I grabbed my flat soccer ball and something pointy, and I stabbed it. It slowly started losing air. It was so slow, I'd rather die. So it finally lost all it's air. I walked into the room that Nick was staying in and grabbed his ball and replaced mine with his. I ran back into my room and hid the ball somewhere. After like thirty minutes of reading a book.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I heard Nick yell from the hallway.

"What?" I asked.

"My ball, is flat. I didn't even touch it today" he said.

I was trying not to laugh. "Oh well that really sucks. Is that your favourite?" I asked.

"Yeah it is. DAMN IT!" He yelled again.

I started to feel bad so, I started laughing.

"What?" He asked.

"That's my ball. Yours is in my room. I just pranked you" I said laughing.

"You're such a dick!" He yelled, but then started laughing with me. "You got me good" he said after.

"Of course I did!" I said chuckling. Well my day didn't turn out bad after all.

 

 

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