Pranked by Katy Grant Read Free Book Online

so relieved we were laughing now. It could’ve gotten ugly.
    Reb stood up and looked out the screen door at the rain. Then she looked at us with a sly grin. “I know what we can do. Let’s short-sheet Melissa.”

Jennifer actually squealed when Reb said that. “Why didn’t we think of that a long time ago?”
    Great. I’d barely recovered from the book-throwing incident. Jennifer and Reb rushed over to Melissa’s bed. I picked up Reb’s annual and put it back on the shelf. It’d been such a relief—somehow I’d been the one to make things right again. Maybe because Reb was always making jokes. I’d managed to make her laugh, and everything was fine.
    But now this. It’d been days since we’d joked about the bed-wetting. We’d just left Melissa alone. What was short-sheeting, anyway? When Reb had mentioned it before, she’d just assumed I knew what she was talking about. But no way could I ask them.
    â€œHold on. Somebody ought to be lookout,” Reb said.
    â€œI’ll do it.” Hey, this was my chance. I could be lookout but still watch them.
    Reb plopped down on Melissa’s bunk like it was her own. It made me feel weird, because there’s, like, this unwritten rule that nobody ever sits on anybody else’s bed unless they ask you to, like to play cards or something. Reb was looking at all of Melissa’s stuff on the wooden shelf by her bed. “Oh, how precious.” She held up a stack of paper. “It says ‘Melissa.’ ” Somebody, probably her dad, had made a border and printed up a bunch of blank sheets with her name on it. “Should say ‘Dweeb.’ ” Then Reb stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles she’d left on Melissa’s blanket.
    â€œI can’t believe we’ve been here a week, and we’re just now short-sheeting Melissa. How inefficient of us!” Reb said with a smile.
    She rolled back Melissa’s blanket from the foot of the bed and then stopped all of a sudden. “I just thought of something,” she said, all dramatic, looking at Jennifer. “What if she wet the bed last night?”
    She and Jennifer both shrieked and clutched each other and then broke up laughing.
    â€œHey, c’mon,” I called from the doorway. “Hurry up before someone catches us.” I kept glancing out the door. Melissa might show up. Or Rachel. Then what would happen?
    Reb and Jennifer got serious. They were unfolding, refolding, and tucking in Melissa’s sheets. While I watched them, it hit me. Oh, short -sheeting! At the foot of Melissa’s bunk, they folded her top sheet so it made a kind of pocket under the blanket. When Melissa got in, her feet would only go halfway to the end of the bed. Was that all there was to it? I thought it was something really bad.
    I felt like an idiot for not figuring it out on my own. Well, at least now I knew.
    When they got the bed made, they stepped back to admire their work.
    â€œNow let’s get out of here!” Reb shouted.
    We grabbed rain jackets and ponchos, then took off running down the line. At least we were out of there. And we hadn’t been caught. And it wasn’t that bad.
    It was still raining pretty steadily, and we had to jump over all the puddles because Middler Line is just a dirt path, but now it was a muddy, wet mess. We ran down the hill in the slippery, wet grass and stopped under some tall shade trees for cover.
    â€œWhere is everybody?” I asked. The whole camp felt deserted. But everything was beautiful in the rain. The grass and leaves were green, and the tree trunks were black, and the whole camp was misty and wet. It made me shiver.
    All of a sudden I jumped up and grabbed one of the branches hanging right over our heads and shook it as hard as I could. All the raindrops on the branch came showering down on us. It was like our own little private rain shower. Reb and Jennifer