A girl

8 years old

With a mind full of joy

And a need for fun, chaos, and scares

I devised a plan

A prank that will bring laughs

And screams

It was devious and sneaky

to switch liquids that have no difference

Both behave in a still matter till sprayed

The dark icy blue liquid would turn out to be the perfect surprise

Easter evening, a dinner gathering

I had offered to wipe down the table

Switching the bottles of Windex

A glimmering “Cool Blue” gatorade taste

It didn’t bubble like windex as I sprayed it

Enhancing the streaks and tackiness to the table

Laughter in every moment possible

I giggle silently, waiting

Hoping

That everything works out

Everyone sits, the relaxed gathering of the family was joined by a faint smell

A sweet smell around the table

One, Two, Thr-

The bottle flies out of my hands like an electric shock

It flew, and flew.

Landing on the floor as my aunt screams

Horror, concern, fear

“What are you doing Sofia?!” The only words spoken

In panting breaths from my aunt as she held her hand

On her chest

Gatorade drips on my chin

microscopic drops sprayed all around my mouth

Laughter, joy, fun.

A prank lived many years in memories