Mischief Milly’s Half-term Protest
Milly was sitting on her bed, furious. It was only ten minutes ago her mum had told her half-term was CANCELLED. Yes! I know! Suddenly, she was on Cloud Nine! She had an idea! She jotted it down in scribbly writing: “Protest Now! Half-term pranking and mischief. Action!”
“There!” she said. The next day, she went to school with a bulging rucksack. It contained her:
- Goo shooter
- Fake maggots
- Voice changer
She was all ready and set. She entered her classroom with her goo shooter under her sweater. “So, class, you all know that half-term is cancelled, due to extra tests”, announced Mrs Plum, her sour face grinning with pleasure. The class groaned. Milly poked a hole in her sweater to let goo spurt through. It obeyed. Milly aimed it onto Mrs Plum’s triumphant face. Purple goo spluttered onto her face. It was drastically awesome. She hissed and spat. “Class dismissed!” she whined.
Milly’s class fled into the playground. They whispered and chattered. Milly smiled. Phase One complete. Milly went home. She didn’t need her maggots or voice changer. Not today. Not yet, anyway. Milly looked through her drawer of mischief equipment. Purple mist, check. Blue water gun, check. Disguised sweets, check. “Yuck!” she said, grinning.
The next day, Milly brought her voice changer and mist gun. After maths (at break), she stopped outside the staffroom. She activated her voice changer. “YOU ARE DOOMED!” she cried. She switched on the mist gun. It formed around her. Staff stared and shrieked, then they ran. “Yes!” Milly cried. Phase Two complete.
Milly went home feeling proud. She hadn’t been caught! Oh yes. The next day, she brought her fake maggots to school with her. After maths she went to the Head’s room and activated the maggots to squirm around. Milly heard footsteps. She hid. The Head came in. She sat at her special chair. She stared at her paper-work. Then she screamed. And screamed. “This school!” she cried. Then she ran like a bat out of Hell. Milly collapsed with laughter. “Phase Two complete!” she cried. Milly went home with a sore ear and a sore stomach, full of laughter. She sat down and chose the equipment for Phase Four. Disguised sweets. Bogeys wrapped in shiny paper, to be exact.
Milly set off to school the next day. All her teachers were very greedy. So she put twenty-one bogey “sweets” in a bowl. Luckily, she had kept her voice changer with her for a low, dark effect.
At break the teachers wafted into the staffroom. They spied the sweets and raced for them. They got one each. Gobble, munch. Then they screamed and vomited. “THE CURSE OF STUDENT TORTURE!!!” Milly moaned through the voice changer. The staff ran out of the school, out of the street, and out of the town. “Phase Four, complete” she grinned. All the students gathered around Milly and cheered her. Back at home, Milly lay down on her bed. She sighed. Go half-term!!!
Milly was sitting on her bed, furious. It was only ten minutes ago her mum had told her half-term was CANCELLED. Yes! I know! Suddenly, she was on Cloud Nine! She had an idea! She jotted it down in scribbly writing: “Protest Now! Half-term pranking and mischief. Action!”
“There!” she said. The next day, she went to school with a bulging rucksack. It contained her:
- Goo shooter
- Fake maggots
- Voice changer
She was all ready and set. She entered her classroom with her goo shooter under her sweater. “So, class, you all know that half-term is cancelled, due to extra tests”, announced Mrs Plum, her sour face grinning with pleasure. The class groaned. Milly poked a hole in her sweater to let goo spurt through. It obeyed. Milly aimed it onto Mrs Plum’s triumphant face. Purple goo spluttered onto her face. It was drastically awesome. She hissed and spat. “Class dismissed!” she whined.
Milly’s class fled into the playground. They whispered and chattered. Milly smiled. Phase One complete. Milly went home. She didn’t need her maggots or voice changer. Not today. Not yet, anyway. Milly looked through her drawer of mischief equipment. Purple mist, check. Blue water gun, check. Disguised sweets, check. “Yuck!” she said, grinning.
The next day, Milly brought her voice changer and mist gun. After maths (at break), she stopped outside the staffroom. She activated her voice changer. “YOU ARE DOOMED!” she cried. She switched on the mist gun. It formed around her. Staff stared and shrieked, then they ran. “Yes!” Milly cried. Phase Two complete.
Milly went home feeling proud. She hadn’t been caught! Oh yes. The next day, she brought her fake maggots to school with her. After maths she went to the Head’s room and activated the maggots to squirm around. Milly heard footsteps. She hid. The Head came in. She sat at her special chair. She stared at her paper-work. Then she screamed. And screamed. “This school!” she cried. Then she ran like a bat out of Hell. Milly collapsed with laughter. “Phase Two complete!” she cried. Milly went home with a sore ear and a sore stomach, full of laughter. She sat down and chose the equipment for Phase Four. Disguised sweets. Bogeys wrapped in shiny paper, to be exact.
Milly set off to school the next day. All her teachers were very greedy. So she put twenty-one bogey “sweets” in a bowl. Luckily, she had kept her voice changer with her for a low, dark effect.
At break the teachers wafted into the staffroom. They spied the sweets and raced for them. They got one each. Gobble, munch. Then they screamed and vomited. “THE CURSE OF STUDENT TORTURE!!!” Milly moaned through the voice changer. The staff ran out of the school, out of the street, and out of the town. “Phase Four, complete” she grinned. All the students gathered around Milly and cheered her. Back at home, Milly lay down on her bed. She sighed. Go half-term!!!