Beep, beep, beep…
Lifting my hand, I went to push my hair out of my face, but I get a gushy, sticky, squashed something on my face and hair instead.
What the hell? I sat up to find my bed wet with… what? I haven’t peed the bed since I was three. Feeling daring, I smelled it. Ah, lemonade. Who the hell… I stepped off my bed to only find a squishy floor.
“Who the hell-? Puke on my floor?” I said, looking around. My phone alarm starting to go off, flashing the time and date. April first. Hell! You’d think growing up with four brothers that I would learn not to sleep the night before and of April first.
Grabbing my lipstick and brush, I went to my bathroom without getting the puke anywhere else on my floor.
And then I couldn’t get my bathroom door opened. And when I did, my head hit the air, and I bounced back. Plastic wrap. Classic. It was five in the morning and I needed to pee, wash my face and feet, and when I had hit the plastic wrap, the bathroom door shut again, and I couldn't get it back open. Plastic wrap on both sides, huh.
There was a note on my bedroom door that read, "APRIL FOOLS."
There is only one person who writes like that- Ginnifer. She’s going to pay!
I walked to my kitchen and used paper towels to wipe my feet before heading to the hallway and making my way towards Ginnifer’s door.
I pounded on her door until she opened it.
“What…?" she said. Then she burst out laughing. The whipped cream on my face started to dry.
“I’m using your bathroom. I can’t open mine," I said, pushing past her. She was still laughing.
“You know you're dead, right?” I said, walking towards her bathroom.
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about?” she said, giggling.
“Sure, just remember I grew up with four brothers.” I shut the bathroom door.
Once I peed, I washed my face and the whipped-cream out of my hair. I swiped my bright red lipstick over my bottom lip. It smelt odd, but maybe that was the puke I was smelling. I pressed my lips together. I tried to open my mouth, but I couldn't. They were glued together.
Oh, she is DEAD!
I opened the bathroom door and saw her standing in her living room. I tried to smile. Without me saying a word, she burst out in laughter, falling back on her couch.
I took out my phone and go to my text speech app.
“You think this is funny!” it said in a female robot voice.
This only made her laugh more.
“You better be glad I know how to undo this,” the robot voice said. "This isn’t the first time my lips have been glued together, but it is the first time with this kind of superglue." In high school, I had a huge speech to give, and that night my brothers glued my lips together. I tried living a whole day in high school without being able to talk. They called my Dad and it was all just a huge mess. And of course my brothers only got grounded for that weekend and I lost ten percent off my speech grade.
I gave Ginnifer a list of things I would need to be able to remove it. After mixing it up, she helped spread it across my lips. Rubbing them back and forth, my lips came apart.
“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” I growled.
“I still don’t know what you mean," she said, and she smiled but her eyes told me she did.
“Well, seeing as you didn’t, you wouldn’t mind helping me clean up the mess, right? And then we can find out who did it and get even!”
She scrunched up her face. “Fine, I’ll help you clean it up.”
Three hours later, the sheets were clean, the puke stains were out of the floor, and I could now use my own bathroom.
“Genni, you wanna have dinner?” I asked.
“Sure?” she said. It came out as a question.
“How about I go get the food?" she said. I think she thought I was going to go and mess with the food.
“Okay, I’ll let you."
We said our goodbyes. Once I was sure she was out of the apartment, I quickly unlocked her place and set to work.
Going to her bathroom, I took her toothpaste and headed to the kitchen.Taking out her Oreo Package, I randomly picked and removed the frosting out of six of them placed them back in randomly. Then I took her tube of frosting that she used for her cupcakes and swapped it for toothpaste.
Next, I poured out her orange juice and made up a mix of powdered cheese (from a mac n' cheese package) and added water so that it looked just like orange juice. Finally, I put tape over her remote so it wouldn't work the next time she tried to change her TV, and I resat her alarm sound to a screaming child.
Once I got back into my place, my phone beeped with a message from my brother, who was a year older than me. Kile. He was the only brother that I talked to on a regular, weekly basis. My other brothers I heard from when it was a holiday or they wanted money. My dad would call or text me once a month.
Ginnifer got back with food, and I was glad to have her, even after this morning. But I didn't know if she would feel the same after she figured out what I had done to her stuff.
(Written by KayCee K.)