We are going into this rocket to test it if it works. since it uses different fuel it could stop in the air. this fuel is different it does not make clouds like other rockets. it also has a different design its more smooth and safe. if this works this would be the safest rocket in the world. If we pull this off, we’re set for life!

What is the best part about becoming a senior? Is it the senior photos? Senior parties? Year book? Prom? Graduation? Well, all of those, but you can never forget the greatest of them all… the senior class prank. One exclusive day were every senior pulls off the most elaborate and messiest of all pranks. My friend Alli and I planned out a list of all stereotypical things a senior would do, and we nearly completed them all.

“Okay,” Alli said while munching on her food, “it’s time to bring out the list again.”

“Yep, I hear yah,” I grinned while slamming the unfolded sheet of paper onto the lunch table. The sound made a few people look, but they turned away and resumed their conversations. “I’m glad you said something because this shit has been on my mind for months.”

“Yeah, me too. We’ve already done senior pictures, been to way too many parties, gotten shit-faced, vandalized something within school property, attended prom and grad night… it’s time for the pranks before we walk the stage.”

“Agreed. If we pull this off, we're set for life,” I said as I took the piece of paper and folded it back into my pocket.

“You can say that again!”

“Mel, here’s a club for you and an axe for me. Let’s do this shit,” whispered Alli. We were dressed in all black at one o’clock in the morning. We snuck out to pay a little visit to our principal’s fancy sports car.

I quickly made sure that my ski mask was in place before attempting to open his car. To my surprise, it was unlocked and I motioned over for Alli to hand me her axe.

Pausing after slashing up the tires good, she looked up at me and gawked as I held the door wide open. “How did you get his fucking car open?”

“This bastard left his car unlocked. Rookie mistake. Maybe then he wouldn’t ever forget to make sure his ‘baby’ isn’t unlocked. But hey, I’ma need that axe. We smash the windows last so we can run.”

Nodding, she tossed me the axe and I caught it, turning around to rip open his leather seats. I even popped off some buttons to his dashboard, cut some important wires, and broke other things before closing the door.

“Pure evil,” Alli grinned maniacally over my shoulder. “That’s purely evil. We ready to smash dem windows?”

“Yep,” I replied, handing her back her axe. I took out my club from my back pocket and held it at an angle behind my back.

“One… two… three!”

The sound of shattering glass pierced the night as we took our weapons and ran into an alley way, disappearing into the shadows. Smiling at each other, we gave each other a high five before going our separate ways home.

“Fresh Coffee 24-7!”

That’s what the dilapidated sign said over the quiet coffee shop in question. The streets were eerily silent except for the odd taxi ferrying a late-night reveller back home. And in the coffee shop, the archaic fluorescent lighting flickered overhead as a young lady behind the counter stared into space, head on her hand, fighting to keep her eyes open.

Two men sat, huddled at a small table in the furthest corner, two mugs in front of them, and a half-eaten Chelsea bun sitting between them both.

“It’s simple!” Dogdon said in a hushed tone, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He moved the tattered, coffee-stained map closer to Fusby.

“Simple? How thick do you think I am?“ Fusby said with chuckle. “It’s madness! Look at what we have to get past - it’s the Institute of Magical Science, for Might’s sake!”

Dogdon tilted his head and smiled, “Okay, wrong word. But it’s… doable. And if we pull this off, we’re set for life.”

“How so? Who is going to want to buy this ‘essence’ stuff, you say they’re working on?” Fusby said, grabbing the map and looking at the big red ‘x’ scrawled in red marker in the top right of the map.

“Black market, Fuzz. Loads of buyers there. Who wouldn’t want to get their hands on the world’s first spell to rewind time?” Dogdon, said, taking a swig from his coffee.

“So this essence,” Fusby said, “it makes them look younger but only for a day or so…”

“Yeh, something like that. My contact said it’s… what’s the word he used? Volatile, that’s it. Sometimes it works like gangbusters, sometimes not so much. But still, there’s gonna be people desperate enough to want it even at this stage.” Dogdon said in a loud whisper, grinning from ear to ear.

“I dunno, Dog. We’ve got the giant armoured guards, then there’s the spell-bound entryway and the living courtyard plants, and the trapped corridors… and that’s only to get to the stairs.”

Fusby looked up and scratched his head and sighed.

“What’s my cut?”, he finally said, after scrutinising the map for a further few seconds.

Dogdon lifted his chin, a twinkle in his eyes. Game on.

“Ten percent. And anything else you can get your hands on while we’re in the labs.”

Fusby tittered and threw the map back down on the table, “You’re having a laugh aren’t you? Fifty.”

Dogdon sat back and crossed his arms, “Twenty.”

“You need me, Dog. I’m not moving. Fifty.” Fusby said, lifting an eyebrow.

“Okay, okay,” Dogdon said, throwing his hands up, “Thirty, but just because it’s you.”

Fusby shook his head. “This isn’t a joke. If I’m in, it’s got to be worth my while.”

Fusby started getting up, his chair screeching as it scraped backwards, “Good luck with it all. You’re gonna need it.”

“Alright, alright, fifty! Might’s sake Fus, you drive a hard bargain. Fifty percent.” Dogdon said, pulling at Fusby’s sleeve.

Fusby nodded grimly, but remained standing.

“Give me a few weeks,” Fusby said over his shoulder, as he began to make his way towards the rickety cafe door. “I’ll think of something.”

Dogdon’s eyes shifted momentarily to the lady at the counter, but she had fallen asleep, head on her arm, slumped on the counter.

“Yeh, Fus. You think good ‘n’ hard,” Dogdon muttered under his breath as Fusby closed the door and walked away. “We’re about to change the world as we know it.”

He tipped his head up towards the insipid lights and closed his eyes with a faint, lop-sided smile. Fusby bought it. He actually bought it. A youth essence, indeed. Really! Why on earth would he go to such lengths simply for something so superficial?

‘Guillable fool,’ Dogdon thought to himself. But a fool, Fusby was not. That’s why Dogdon chose him. Because it would be Fusby to figure out a way into that Institute. And it would be Fusby who would unwittingly help Dogdon get his hands on the most powerful, mind-washing essence ever known to man. And then, the fun would truly begin.

“If we pull this off, we’re set for life, Misty! How can you be unsure?” I sigh. “Tristan, if you weren’t already aware, I’ve never really stolen anything with this much value before! So, yes, I am very much unsure about this!” Tristan rolls his leafy green eyes. “You’re such a softie! You wouldn’t even let me kill that rat that was living in our garage, instead you set it free!” “Yes, in fact, I did,” I reply matter of factly. “Just because the rat was living in our garage doesn’t mean it deserves to die! It was just trying to make a home for it’s family.” Tristan runs his hands through his messy hair. “This isn’t about the stupid rat, alright? This is about us finally escaping poverty, finally becoming the wealthy couple we once dreamed about becoming. Do you want to let go of that dream? Or have you already?” “Tristan,” I say sympathetically, placing my hand on his. “Of course I want to be what we dreamed of when we were young. But… everything has changed. We’re married now, we’re adults, not clueless teenagers. We can’t steal something that belongs to someone else. It’s against the law… imagine the consequences if someone caught us.” “Don’t you think it’s worth the risk, Mis?” Tristan pulls his hand away, suddenly giving me an icy glare. I slump, looking down. After a few moments, I finally whisper, “I don’t know anymore. This chest… what’s inside is more valuable than life itself. It’s heavily guarded and will probably cost us our lives… why are you willing to do this? There will be plenty more opportunities to become that lovely family that we dreamed about.” A moment’s pause before both me and my husband catch my slip. I draw in a sharp breath and exhale slowly. “Wait…” Tristan says quizzically, “you said ‘family.’ Not couple…” I smile wistfully and nod. “That’s right,” I say, “I’m pregnant.”

Jade sat there wrapping her hair around her finger. She didn't want to do this, it was something she dreaded.

"If we pull this off, we're set for life!" Her friend howled, waving his arms wildly in the air.

"I don't know." Jade mumbled tucking the lose chunk of hair she had been twirling behind her ear. She wasn't ready to do this.

"Yes, you know. Stop being a turtle and get out of your shell, we'll have it all if we get this done!" Ant cried. "Now, take this and wait for me in the back." He held out a black pole that stood tall enough to reach her chin . Jade's stomach knotted and her hands began to shake with fear. Why was Ant always trying to make her do things she clearly said no to? Whatever, when they mess up because of her it would be Anthony's fault.

While walking through the old storage room she saw two big stain glass-window-type bowl of two colors; blue and purple. A thought popped into her head...

If she put these over the lights, it would up there performance.

She made her way to the back room where Ant stood waiting for her. Anthony rushed toward her, knitting his eyebrowsin confusion.

"Where were you!?" He hissed quietly.

"Oh well I found - "she cut off for a moment deciding not to tell hum, she'd save it as a surprise, "a good...coping skill! Ya um to help me with being nervous." She held up her hand and did the 5-finger breathing practice Mr. Weller (Jade's 5th grade gym teacher) taught her. Jade closed her eyes and traced her hand: moving her finger up she breathed in, down, she breathed out out. A light kiss brushed the side of her cheek and she opened her eyes.

"Whatever helps you is good with me."Anthony spoke calmly and smiled like the sun.

Jade placed a hand on his muscular arm. "I think im ready." She breathed.

"OK," he started "I think I here them cheering for us."

Her stomach instantly churned with worry and she froze. Ant crawled up the stairs to he stage.

"You coming?" He asked "I mean...you don't have to, I know I'm being a little forceful..."

Jade inhaled and breathed out, "I think I can do this..."

They walked up stairs and onto a rising platform.

A voice boomed over the loudspeakers, "NOW PRESENTING ATHONY CREEDSON AND JADE THRONE!" The square they were standing on started to raise with a clatter. Ant mouthed 'you can do this' before they faced a huge crowd. Thousands apon thousands were gathered in the stadiums seats.

Wow.

Was this everyone that liked her song? The crowd was so big... but Anthony's voice echoed in her head. Jade opened her mouth and sang the first line of her song.

This wasn't to bad after all.

(This is absolute, undescriptive, trash. I'm sorry 🤣)

She said, putting a knife on a table.

• i am still not ready for this. Do we really need to kill? - I was so scared and i was feeling coldness went through my body.

• be strong, of course we have too. This monster will kill all of them.

• i am not sure, he seams so nice and charming and…

• and i lier. He was lying to you and to everyone. His power is so wide. He already has a thousands supporters. We should stop it and we will have only one chance. You should be read. Put your best dress on and lets go. They will come for us soon and we have to be ready I went to my room and seat on a bed. I was so confused and didnt understand to whom i suppose to believe. I still remember his lips on mine and when i was thinking about that i couldn’t believe that he was a reason for all of this deaths. Even when i couched him ones when he was cleaning his weapon. It was covered by blood and his arms… I couldn’t do this, i was totally confused. But Anen was right, i should be ready anyway because very soon his guardians will come to take us to his place for a celebration. I took a long green silk dress that matched my eyes and make my slightly dark skin shine. I put my long hear on top so they would not stop my movements and prevent me from seeing carefully by covering my eyes accidentally. I looked back into a mirror and saw a beautiful and scary women looking at me.

• are you ready?she went into the room without even knocking.

• you look amazing. This green dress suets you so much, he will be charmed. But lets do something with your face. Noone need to know how scary and tired you are. She took a bag from her pocket and poured sparkling powder on her hands. Then closed her eyes and whispers something. At the same moment this powder started to move to my direction, surrounding my head around. I was frozen.

• dont move and do not be afraid. Charms will work perfectly fine if you stops expect something bed from them all the time. In a few seconds everything stoped and she looked at me with a smile.

• thats much better. Now you looks absolutely incredibly beautiful. He would not have a chance

• but i dont want this all. I do not want to be the one anymore, please. Can we just run away

• no! Are you crazy? And allow this madness to continue? You really dont understand, do you? - she was so angry. She shake her head and walk away from me just a few steps

• fine, I will tell you something. I should have tell you that a long ago. At that time i didnt know but now i am sure. Do you remember the story that i told you about the women that i found dead in her house? Blood was around her and her face damaged badly, but her eyes. They were frozen with fear. I finally found out who was it, i am sure now! It was your mom! He killed your mom! I made a few steps back, trying to find something to hold on. I feel like i couldn’t breathe anymore…

“If we pull this off,” Ivy said, fiddling with the buckles on her bag, “we’re set for life!”

“I… this isn’t a heist, right?” Brook asked. “You said we weren’t really stealing anything-”

“Nah, it’s just a… just the prestige, I guess. And think about it! That’s a lot of power for someone to have. We’d be heroes.”

“Is that what they’d call us?”

“Of course that’s what they’d say!” Ivy straightened up, entirely decided. “Why, do you think this is the villain’s path?”

“Yes! You’re describing this like some kind of theft, and that’s never a good thing! Who is going to support some students trying to take what doesn’t belong to them?”

“In fairness, the stones don’t really belong to anyone…”

“Shut it, Ash!”

“If we pull this off, we’re set for life.” Glenn repeated. This time he was a bit calmer. He must have sensed my disagreement.

“Really? I mean I know it’s a fancy restaurant…but that’s the thing it’s a restaurant.”

“But it’s the nicest restaurant in all of Avris Heights.” This came from Eli. Our getaway driver who sat in the drivers seat.

Glenn tossed that charming smile of his back to Eli. He cleared his throat and grabbed my hands. “Baby. Trust me. The people who eat here are stupid rich. They’re fucking loaded.”

Glenn was glowing with confidence. He had been since Vic told him that he'd take care of the cameras. I, however...was nervous from the beginning. We’d done robberies before. But nothing like this.

“Everything will be fine.” Glenn reassured. He checked his phone. Still waiting for Vic’s confirmation that the cameras were out.

I was getting cold feet. Scratch that, my feet were freezing. I wanted Vic to text and say he botched the cameras. That he wanted us to abort the entire mission.

"Knock it off with the cold feet, Stacy." Eli said. He tossed the ski masks over his shoulders and into the seat between Glenn and I.

I ignored the ski mask and returned my focus to the front door of the restaurant. A well-dressed Asian man, flanked by two other men, approached the front door. His hands in his pockets, the breeze making his hair blow in the night sky. He moved as briskly as the wind that surrounded him. The doorman allowed them to enter with no hesitation and the men vanished into the building.

I wanted to tell them that I was out. Something just wasn't sitting right with me. I was always nervous before a robbery, but this was something entirely different. I felt like I couldn't walk like I couldn't think. Something felt off about the entire plan.

"Alright. So, let's go over the plan." Glenn said with the clap of his hands. "Enter through the back door, make our way through the kitchen, enter the main dining hall. Fire two rounds into the air to get their attention and we go from there."

I forced a smile and nodded. Glenn leaned in and kissed me, gently on the lips. We remained like that for a second, and for that brief second everything felt right.

And then his cell phone vibrated. Glenn pushed away from me and checked his phone.

"Let's move. Vic took care of the cameras."

Eli fired up the car, checked for the incoming cars and sped on into the restaurant's parking lot. Carefully making his way to the building's backdoor. I could see a row of backdoors, each of them leading to various stores and restaurants.

My heart began to race, I could see Glenn putting the mask on off to my left. He pulled out the 9mm from his waistband and did a quick check. I felt his hand close upon mine. So warm, and so comforting. I peered over to him and he flashed me that smile. The smile told me that everything was going to be alright. That this was going to go off without a hitch.

"We got this baby."

I smiled and nodded, I pulled the ski mask over my head. I checked the 9mm at my waist as Eli pulled up to the backdoor.

"Good luck lovers." He said with a smirk.

I stared into Glenn's eyes as we simultaneously pushed the car doors open. I stepped out and felt the night sky brush across my eyes. It sent a vicious shiver down my spine. Glenn jogged around the back of the car, and from there we walked to the backdoor.

Glenn grabbed the doorknob and twisted. Locked which was expected.

Something was wrong. I backed away and scanned the doors along the back of the complex. From behind me, I could hear a distant tapping.

I turned around and saw Eli mouthing something from behind the window. I couldn't quite hear him, but I knew exactly what he was saying.

"Glenn..."

But my voice was consumed by the sound of Glenn driving his foot into the door. The door rattled viciously in its frame. Glenn gave it two more kicks and on the third try, the door flew inwards on its hinges.

A sea of cigarette smoke poured out from the room, enough to make my eyes water. Glenn turned towards me with a look of sheer horror. We'd made a horrible mistake. His eyes locked with mine, he smiled. That captivating and beautiful smile of his. The one I'd fallen for oh so long ago.

And then I heard the gunshot. Glenn's head snapped to the right, a sea of crimson pouring down towards the pavement. The life in his eyes evaporating into the night sky. I screamed and dropped to the floor, I hurled my body against the wall. The gunshots continued, fireworks tearing into the night sky. I watched as round after round tore their way through Glenn. Rounds to his stomach forced him to keel forwards, rounds to his head caused his head to snap back, rounds to his left and right caused him to jerk sporadically left, then sporadically right, his legs pinwheeling backward.

In the distance, I could hear Eli put the car in drive and speed off.

Glenn's body collapsed a few feet from me. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. It was as though my mind had discarded that ability. My body went rigid. I couldn't scream, I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by fear.

I couldn't help but stare. Glenn's ski mask was a tattered mess. Both of his eyes were replaced with rigid holes. His nose hung lazily from its foundation. The lips that touched mine just minutes ago, covered in a dark blood.

In the distance, I could hear footsteps. And out of the room came the man I saw from earlier. He peered down at me. I pulled my mask off, tears running down my cheeks. I tried to speak, I tried to plead, but I couldn't.

The man adjusted his suit, his eyes not leaving mine. And then he held his hand out towards mine. Confusion and fear consumed me. I didn't know what to do so I took his hand. The man pulled me to my feet.

"What's your name?" He asked.

I cleared my throat. I couldn't even remember my own damn name. I continued to tremble and I thought I'd collapse at any moment.

The man smiled, and his eyes urged me to get the words out.

"Stacy. Stacy Jensen."

"hurry up" Cameron shouts fixing his gun and pulling me along behind him as he heads up David our arch nemesis' driveway towards his mansion.

The day before David had provoked Cameron by slagging his sister who has autism and now Cameron wanted blood.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask concern in my husky voice

"He needs to pay" Cameron whispers short and simple.

There was no backing down.

We head around the side of the house to David's bedroom and the window is open a crack.

"If we pull this off, we're set for life!" Cameron whispers with a sneer.

Cameron hoists his bag through the open window and jumps in after it.

He helps me up as I'm not as athletic as him.

David's room has posters of 80's bands strung up in every corner of it and first place football trophies.

David turns in his sleep and me and Cameron stop dead.

We wait till he's snoring again and slowly open the door it lets out a loud groan but we can still hear David's soft snores through the hall.

We head into the dining room and David puts all the valuables he can find in his bag and zips it shut I do the same with mine and we head back to David's room but when we enter David is behind the door and tries to strangle me.

Cameron grabs a gun from his back pocket and shoots. David slumps to the floor no more.

We jump back down and set off triumphant at our adventure.

We started the film without scripts and now it’s a hit. With astonishing results in the first and second scenes the producer said he’ll take it and make it a hit for all of us. We created a knowledge based system that works synchronized with faith and human beliefs. We have a method to show the world how to tap into the part of your brain that Hollywood did so long ago. We want to wake everyone up. This means we will change the way the world works. It will be harder to fall into sin. Children will be innocent and sin free. Living in a world where we pay nothing for fashion and wove our own kindred spirits in the lords presence. We didn’t give it much thought James bill sammy tilu and Sophie. we have always been go getters and create scripts to go along to at our book club. We build our own damnation we say and the lord gave us the brain and spark plugs. If we could only get our message out there to the world we could eliminate entire government control over people and give them what god intended for them People would be kinder and careful and spiritual beyond words would all live a sin free life.