For three hours I have been sitting in my room trying to think of a way, I could get back at the stupid rat. I swear I’m going to get him back ten times worse than all my other pranks. If he thinks he can keep pushing me around and get away with it, then he has another thing coming.

So far I have come up with ten ideas in order to get him back.

1. put chilly in his daily protein shake

2. Place thumb tacks on his chair (Not very affective anyway)

3. Flatten his car tires

4. Fill his locker with shaving cream

 5. Place goo on his chair seat

6. Place a bucket of flower above the door and wait for him to walk through

7. Get him stuck in the school elevator

 8. Restart his laptop so he loses all his work  

9. Cut holes in his sport uniform

 10. . . . .

Okay so maybe I haven’t quiet gotten to ten yet, but I think some of my ideas are pretty good. As I leaned back on my chair, I stretched my arms above my head with a loud groan. “Someone seems busy” turning my head slightly, I saw my Appa standing by my door with a big smile plastered on his face.

“Hi Appa” Appa nodded and made his way towards me. As quickly as I could I covered my piece of paper with my history books, hoping he would think I was studying. Appa sat on my bed next to my desk, looking at the books in front of me. “Were you doing history, sweet heart?” I nodded my head with the biggest smile I could muster up, as I prayed that he hadn’t seen my plans. Appa nodded his head with a little chuckle.

“You always work very hard sweet heart” “Thank you Appa” Appa stood and placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it slightly as he spoke. “You know a very important meeting is coming up in four days, and you have been asked to come” Me? Why would he want me to go to his meetings? The only time we were seen with Appa was for the big party’s that we held. Maybe it would have something to d