The Drawer

"Yeah, right, like that would ever work." I rolled my eyes.
"It will and you know it, come on! Please?" Carry asked me, straight blonde hair bouncing around.
"To prank old man Johnson? No way. Not me."
"Why not? It'll be fun! My plan is ingenious! Nothing can go wrong. We sneak in while he's away and rig the drawer, sneak out. He won't even know it was us!"

Carry was always coming up with these great plans. Just...she wasted good brains on stupid plots. As her best friend, someone had to show her the holes in her schemes.

"What if he's home?"
"You know he's almost never home!"
"Okay, you got that one...what if he comes home while we're rigging the door?" Old Johnson, whenever he was home, was always seen opening and closing the same drawer. Why? No one knew. He wasn't really old either. Around...I dunno, twenty years? No one ever bothered asking, because whenever we tried to talk to him, he had this faraway look in his eye and ageless glance, like he'd been through alot. All we knew is that he had left college a few weeks ago and was somehow able to afford a home on my street.

Oh yeah, me.

I'm Carley, Carley Yer. 5'5'' and black hair with freckles that gave me the nickname 'spot' with the neighbors. After I met Carry, we pranked anyone who had ever called me anything mean. They couldn't prove it was us, but it's funny how fast people catch on when they're being pranked by a master prankster. I met Carry, actually, I met Carry's prank before I met her. She had noticed the first day of fourth grade that I liked to sit in my desk so that my knees touch the top of the desk. Thinking that it 'wasn't proper' for girls to do this, she put gum on the desk and the next day I pounded her for all she was worth. We became best friends the next month we spent together in detention.

Carry lives on the other side of town, but stays over every weekend. She's taught me the skill to pranking, and my, have we had some fun times. I won't go into that now though, because the main story here is our prank on old man Johnson, and how that one prank changed our lives forever...


"Don't worry Carley, everything will be fine. We'll do it this Friday night, okay?" Her brown eyes begged me to agree with her.
I should have said no and stopped everything there.
"Fine," I sighed, watching Carry jump up and down with joy.
"Okay! You bring the tape and water balloons, and I'll bring everything else." Carry smiled big, "This is going to be the best prank ever."
I couldn't help but smile back. When Carry is excited about something, her happiness is contagious.

We had been standing outside my yard when Johnson walked out of his garage. His house was across the street from mine, and he looked over to us in confusion. "What's so funny?" he yelled.
We straightened our faces and both replied, "Nothing."
He looked at us funny and I think he was about to walk over, but Carry's mom suddenly came down the street and pulled into my driveway.

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Friday night found the two of us crouching behind the shelter of a rather large bush in front of Johnson's house.
"Do you have the tape and squirt gun?" Carry whispered to me in an almost coherant voice. Her blue eyes held excitement and a mischevious twinkle. I could only hope my blue eyes blocked out the nervousness I felt. I didn't usually have this feeling when we pulled pranks, but for some reason I felt highly uncomfortable in what we were about to do.
Putting on a fake smile, I handed her my bag. She peeked in and overlooked my nervous glance at the area.
"Nice job. I've got the string, so let's go do this." Quietly, the two of us stood and crept to the open garage. I stood behind Carry to watch our backs.
"Carley, are you okay?" Carry whispered as we entered the dark garage.
I looked a creepy collection of swords and mideval wardrobes hanging from the walls. "Um, yeah. I'm fine...totally...fine."
She gave me an unbelieving look, "Sure. What's wrong?"
Sighing, I gave in. "I'm getting that feeling again. The bad one." I have this uncanny sense of premonition, and it's saved us from getting caught numerous times. I could tell by Carry's face she was weighing that thought too. Obviously she thought we could finish the job without getting caught because she made her way to the drawer.