Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33904527-20180409180650

Kyle hid inside the large dumpster, thinking about how great his prank would be. The smell was vomit-inducing, and he was gradually getting soaked in bin-juice, but to him, it would be worth it to see the look on Samantha’s face when he burst out wearing the cartoonish cowboy gear he bought for Halloween.

It was a Saturday, and unlike most high-school teenagers, Samantha was on her way to her part-time job at a local restaurant as a waiter, to help with her savings. Every Saturday and Sunday at 6:00 am, she would walk down an alleyway, past the dumpster, and across the road, where the restaurant was. But today was also Kyle’s favourite holiday: April Fools.

Kyle had a reputation for being an awesome pranker, and soon, he would add his latest creation to the list of stunts and escapades he had remembered throughout the years. The plan was to scare Samantha, his girlfriend, by jumping out just as she walked past, shouting “YEEHAW!” as loud as he could, and blasting her with a confetti cannon he had brought with him. It was sure to be a fun time.

A few minutes had gone by, and Kyle sat giggling like a 3-year-old, holding his nose. Samantha was the only person who used the forgotten alleyway, so he would know when she was there. He just had to wait a little longer for the sounds of those familiar high-heels…

Samantha paused at the end of the alleyway and checked her watch. 6:15. She was 10 minutes late. She would’ve ran to get there on time, but her high-heels prevented her from moving at more than a speedy walk. Cursing, she moved to the crossing point at the edge of the road and pressed the button. While she waited, Samantha noticed the large garbage truck to her right that had scooped up the dumpster with its huge metal claw and had emptied its contents into the crusher that lay inside the back of the truck. Those new designs for the equipment had been remarkably effective.

Samantha noticed a strange, crumpled, oversized cowboy hat that was stained red sitting on top of the large pile of disposed trash. She thought it looked familiar, but before she could dwell on that thought, the crossing light turned green, and she hurried over the road. 