We were on vacation, and I was listening to music. I was trying to relax.
Before too long, my annoying brother Mischief came in. I just turned up the volume of the music, tuning him out.
“Hey!” Mischief yelled, yanking the earbuds out of my ears.
“What?” I sighed.
“I need some help with something,” Mischief requested.
“Mischief, I will not help you with a prank!” I growled.
“Oh really?” Mischief asked, producing Diamond’s phone.
I glanced at the phone. Mischief had a picture of me sneaking out past curfew. It was a fake.
“That’s photoshop,” I announced.
“Well, I know that, you know that, but Aunt Peri doesn’t know that…” Mischief threatened.
“That’s not fair!” I protested.
“Okay,” Mischief replied. “Aunt Peri!”
“No!” I yelled. I knew Aunt Peri would believe the photo. “What do you need?”
Mischief smiled maliciously at me. “You just have to keep Aunt Peri distracted.”
Aunt Peri was busy making some Christmas Cards.
They looked very nice in my opinion.
The one she was working on looked very nice too.
“Aunt Peri?” I asked sweetly. “Can you make me a snack?”
“Of course!” Aunt Peri replied. I hated tricking her. She was so sweet, yet so gullible.
While we were away, Mischief snuck in and rewrote some of the cards.
Instead of having nice, holiday greetings, Mischief changed them to crude sayings, such as “Have a crappy Christmas,” and “Smelly Christmas”. He was such a jerk.
When Aunt Peri returned, she saw what had happened.
Horrified, she instantly knew Mischief and I were behind this. She called us back into the room.
We shifted uncomfortably. Aunt Peri was the sweetest person you could ever meet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t been strict when she needed to.
“This was a very mean thing you two did,” Mommy said, coldly.
“I’m sorry!” I cried.
“Yeah, it was all Sparkle’s idea!” Mischief blamed.
“No it wasn’t! Mischief blackmailed me!” I retorted.
“Enough! I don’t care who’s fault it was, you both were a part of this. So, you will both be punished.” Aunt Peri said, firmly. “Follow me.”
We both nervously followed her.
Aunt Peri led us into a room with a glass door. “You two are going to stay in this room until you can learn to get along.” Aunt Peri locked the door.
I scurried over to the corner. “At least this is a big room, and I don’t have to be anywhere near you.” I glared at Mischief.
Mischief scooted up next to me. “Or, I could move right next to you…” he decided.
I moved into a chair. “I want to be alone.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter!” Mischief sang.
“Ugh!” I shoved Mischief away.
Mischief ran over to the window. “Fine! But Aunt Peri won’t let us out until we get along,” he stuck his tongue out at me.
I came over near him. “I didn’t realize you were trying to make an effort,” I sighed.
“It’s okay. People misunderstand me all the time,” Mischief sighed.
“What do you mean?” I inquired.
“People always think I play pranks in order to be mean, but I really just want people to laugh,” he explained.
“I didn’t know that,” I admitted. “I think the reason we don’t like your pranks is because they are pretty mean sometimes.”
“I guess I need to rethink some of my pranks then, huh?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I replied. “But I have a new perspective of them now that I know your intentions are good.”
I wrapped my arms around Mischief. “I’m sorry for acting the way I did.”
“I’m sorry too,” Mischief agreed.
Just then, Aunt Peri came into the room. “Thank you guys for making up,” she said. just before letting us free.
I smiled at Mischief. “Do you want to play a prank on someone?”
Mischief grinned. “Always.”
Did you like this story? Let me know if you have any ideas for photostories, I miss doing them.