Monday, July 11, 2016

Out-Pranked!

I started writing this summer adventure from the point of view of a secondary character in the book I just finished. The voice, though, took on entirely different nuances here. That happens sometimes. Who knows? Maybe I've begun getting to know a whole new character. Happy summer!
--Jody Feldman


It wasn’t my fault that we lost all our cabin’s pranking supplies. We couldn’t let the same thing happen again, you know. Last year when we needed to retaliate against Cabin #4, we only had a minuscule window of opportunity. And it took way too long for our cabinmates to pull their supplies out of their trunks. Then, busted! Cabin #4 laughed at our lameness the whole rest of summer.

So this year I brought an old backpack that I wouldn’t be caught dead carrying. It was genius. We’d put everything in there and –  pow! – we’d be ready to roll when the time was right.

We amassed a great collection: toilet paper, string, feathers, honey, plastic wrap, even a whoopie cushion, plus a few other secret weapons. We could barely get the zipper around it all. But we did. And everything would have been fine if Jesse and Taylor had sucked it up. The backpack wasn’t sagging that low into their bunks and it was the only place to hang it from the rafters where the counselors wouldn’t notice.

Still, they blamed me. Was it because I listened to Jesse who complained the loudest? Or Taylor would wouldn’t stop bugging me? Is it because I suggested that the only other place to hide it was underneath one of our bunks where it’d be out of sight, easy to grab? So honestly. It’s not my fault the thief stole the entire backpack. Tore holes in the cloth, supplies strewn from here to the woods. We could have gotten it all back—at least most of it—but a counselor from Cabin #4 stumbled over a jar of flour. And now we’re on double kitchen duty and everyone is glaring at me. But it wasn’t my fault. It was Jessie’s fault. It was Taylor’s fault. And that stupid raccoon’s.


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