Here’s a new story from Morgan

One day, Scott had set up a prank for his teacher. He had been waiting for this all week. He laughed to himself, anticipating the prank that would happen. His teacher finally came to the doorway, unknowingly about to trigger the prank. Scott smiled to himself, quietly elated that the prank was finally about to start. When Mr. Dillman walked into the room, he was unaware about the tripwire across the door. “Whizzzzzz!” The dominos started falling forward, one by one. With a small, “bing,” the croquet mallet gently pushed the marble down the K’nect rails, slightly gaining speed, until it bounced off the trampoline and onto the weight scale. The yarn taped to the top of the other side of the scale was pulled downward, triggering the release of the confetti, sparkles, and the paint filled balloons, which had bloodshot eyeballs drawn onto them in black, green, blue, and red permanent marker. The party rock anthem played on a CD player, the paintball guns started firing at Mr. Dillman’s clothing, a camera took a picture of him, capturing the look of shock and embarrassment on his face. As a final part of the prank, a pie was launched, and smacked his face. The teacher knew right away who was behind the prank, and this made him very angry. “SCOTT, PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE NOW!! MARCH!” he roared. “Yes, Mr. Dillman,” Scott answered, trying to stifle a laugh. As he left the room, he had the picture of Mr. Dillman with paint all over himself, with surprise on his face, in his pocket. The last thing he heard was the other students roaring with laughter at Mr. Dillman. He finally burst out laughing, elated, satisfied, and gleeful at his masterpiece of a prank. “Scott the Great: 1 point/ Mr Dillman: Zip, Zero, Nada, and ZILCH,” he said to himself proudly. He smiled. He didn’t care about what would happen at home. He was very proud of himself. Whaam! He was going to make his teacher pay for all the times that he had been made an example in front of the class. He would help the school drive Mr. Dillman out of the state. He couldn’t wait until the next time he would prank the teacher. He had a lot of pranks up his sleeves. He couldn’t wait until the next prank. Just wait until next time Mr. Dillman, you’ll see, Scott thought to himself.