“Hey Orilis, you dressed yet?” My best friend Veron yelled down the hallway. It was October 29th. Our favorite day. Why? Because we got to legally vandalize our neighbors of course. 

I finished putting on my black hoodie and pulled the hood up, eyeing myself in the mirror attached to my closet door to make sure I wasn't recognizable. No repercussions this year thanks. I thought rather smugly. and practically skipped from the room, grabbing the backpack full of shaving cream and toilet paper. I ran down the stairs not bothering to check if I shut the door to my bedroom. Who cares anyway? 

“Where's Liv?” I asked immediately as I spied my friend Veron. Veron shrugged, he too was wearing a black hoodie but unlike me he was wearing baggy jeans whereas I was wearing a pair of old sweatpants. Annoyed, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to text her. I tapped furiously; Oi Liv, where are u??? 

Veron rolled his eyes.

He thought I was being ridiculous, always so attached to my girlfriend, he never was into girls so I didn't bother trying to explain but instead, I gave him my best “oh screw you” look before settling into the sofa that was positioned between two of my parents favorite, exotic plants. 

About twenty minutes later, Liv arrived. 

Wasting no time, Veron was overly smug about telling her how her being late gave me a heart attack and that she really should call next time because apparently, I look like a kicked puppy when I don't get what I want. That comment made her laugh so hard I let it slide.

It was almost nine as I looked at the electric clock mounted on the living room wall. Shit, we better get started so we end up back before 3am. 

“Let's get started!” I said excitedly. My love for mischief was the bane of my brother's existence, I was constantly berated for being “immature” and “childish”. Ironically enough, all my father said to their constant complaining  was something along the lines of “teenagers”. I guess being seventeen had its upsides.
I glanced over at Liv, she was dragging her feet going slo mo on purpose. “Liv!” I said in exasperation. 

 “Come on, you made us wait Liv, you don’t get to drag your feet now!” Veron said playfully, joining in on my side, he was grinning like a fool. Liv grinned back, she knew this was our favorite day and was enjoying fucking with us. Rolling my eyes I grabbed her hand and literally dragged her out the door, her joyful laugh making me smile. 

“Ok ready?” Liv whispered, a devilish smirk on her face. Veron nodded and I just offered an obscene hand gesture. I had been ready since 6:00pm, it literally just hadn't been dark enough yet. 

Reaching into my bag Liv took out the necessary supplies for victim house number one. We moved into their yard and began drawing with shaving cream and throwing toilet paper over all the trees in the yard…we ran away laughing like maniacs. House number two was still inhabited by its very awake, very annoyed resident and we tacked, attacked with a broom by an old grouchy lady to our must haves for mischief night. By the end of victim house three, we were breathless and giggling hysterically, even Veron, one year my senior, looked overly pleased at the chaos we had insured. Smirking, I looked down at our meticulously made list and decided on our next target; Mr. Collins’s house. Our math teachers house to be precise. 

“So, how do we feel about peeving Mr. Collins?” I said breathlessly, still not breathing enough oxygen to make up for booking it at top speed away from my crazy old lady of a neighbor. What kind of seventy year old is up at twelve anyway? That's just not normal. 

“That sounds heavenly,” said Veron, chuckling. Liv just smirked her devilish smirk and that was that. 

We snuck up on Mr. Collins yard, which was an uphill climb. There weren't any lights on but we knew better. Three years, or in Veron’s case four, of having Mr. Collins as a math teacher had made us all learn two important things about my dear neighbor. One, he had a hellish temper and was known for it, and two, Mr. Collins had insomnia and neglected to take medication when he had work to do and Mr. Collins always had work to do. So it was safe to say Mr. Collins was not yet asleep. And insomnia and a temper? Worst mix in history. 

I made a signal with my left hand to Veron and he started off left towards the few trees, toilet paper in hand and a fiercely pleased grin on his face. Oh he absolutely hated Mr. Collin.

 Liv got the idea and headed off right to go draw the words “class of 2019 rules! Y’all teachers drool.” on the side of Mr. Collins house in shaving cream. My shoulders shook with silent laughter as I watched her draw our graduating classes' decided slogan. 

Glancing over at Veron I saw his eyes were bright with glee, he had been held back a year but this made it worth it a million times over for him.
Raising my eyebrow mockingly in my best angry Mr. Collins' impression, Veron doubled over stifling his laughter with a hand. 

Turning my attention to the door and took out this year's big guns; a carton of raw eggs. I wordlessly took one out, took aim, and threw it at his window. As a baseball player, my aim was spot on, and the egg connected with a loud crack and I immediately handed eggs out to Liv and Veron, knowing we only had minutes left to do as much damage as possible. Throwing eggs like there was no tomorrow we heard Mr. Collins ran down the stairs of his house yelling language he would most certainly be fired for. No longer bothering to hide our laughter we threw the last of the eggs and, just as Mr. Collins opened the door, ran away like our lives depended on it.