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Let me just say this once.

Pigs and birds do not mix. Like, never. I'm not just speaking for Angry Birds, but for guys who look like angry birds and sneaky little girls who act like pigs.

I'm specifically talking 'bout me and my orange dyed haired brother.

"Who's the loser now, Brothah?!" I looked back to see Paul hot on my heels with the most furious glare I've ever seen in my entire sixteen years of living.

Trust me he really looks like an Angry Bird right now. Ya know, with all the funky hair, large eyes and large stomach. No wait, scratch the last part. I think he has those hidden six packs which I don't know how he gets.

"I'll get you Gigi, and when I do, you're not going to like it!" He yelled, his orange hair sticking in every direction.

I frantically looked around for an anti-Paul zone as he tried to run after me. I had a list of options. Dad and Tracy's bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, the laundry room, the backyard, the-wait, the bathroom!

Before you could even tell all the names of The Mean Girls, I had locked myself up inside the comfort room.

Unfortunately as soon as I pressed the lock, my nose smelled the most disgusting stench. Technically, bathrooms should have that 'bathroom feel' but c'mon guys! It shouldn't smell like a dumpster!

After checking the whole place, I found the stinky culprit. I'm not going to mention it anymore cuz I'm pretty sure you know what that is already. Cue the cringe.

It was eerily quiet as I sat on the edge of the bathtub. The only sound I heard was my flushing of the toilet (the culprit was probably from Paul) and the birds chirping from outside.

If you're wondering why I have an Angry Bird brother and why I have to lock myself in a bathroom, it's because both of us have a silent agreement to always do certain things to each other.

Pranking.

Yeah, I know, very mature for high schoolers. We've been doing it ever since Paul gave me salt for my hot cocoa instead of sugar. The main thing is, we both exchange pranks at one another. It's like getting even for eternity.

This time, it was me getting back at Paul. He had this annoying act of taking a photo of me sleeping on my cat with drool on my cheeks and then threatening to post it on Instagram (which he had done thousands of times, getting hundreds of likes as he did so).

Me being me of course tried to take his phone away from him (because destroying an already destroyed reputation is not helping in any way) which included yelling at him and attempting to cry and slam the door. Tracy, my evil stepmother, saw me slam the door at that moment and gave me the worst punishment for disobeying the rule of 'no-slamming-of-door-as-to-not-bother-the-neighbors'.

She made me use my favorite T-shirt as a rag to clean the whole garage. And what I got after that? A ruined Sanrio shirt and a spotless garage.

Let me tell you that it was Paul's plan all along to make me do that. He's pure evilness.

Now, I think you kinda know what I did to get my revenge on Paul. If you think that I gave him a supercool makeover by yours truly, you are totally right!

I dyed his hair the color he utterly hates. I don't get why he hates that though. Orange is the color of shrimps and shrimps taste totally delish! Paul and his weird dislikes.

Anyways, I managed to do it while he was asleep and waited till he was awake to see his reaction. I put a CCTV camera inside his room just in case I missed anything.

So yeah, that's how we both ended up in our current places.

"Knock knock, Gigi!"

Uh oh.

"I have the keys, my dear sister, so you can't get away now!" He singsonged from outside, and I could hear the shing-a-ling of the keys along with it.

I'm lucky enough to have a clever brain. "Uh, you can't open it, Paul! I-I'm in a conference right now!"

"I know you all too well, Gigi. I'm opening this door and you can't stop me!" Sure enough, I could hear the knob being touched.

Okay Gigi, think now. Think!

Surveying the room again, I tried to find my escape. It wasn't like I could hide anywhere here. I'm too big.

A bright light blinded my eyes when I turned around. When I looked up, I saw a vent on top of the tub. It looks big enough to get through. I went on top of the tub and climbed up the vent. Hello es-ca-pe!

The knob started turning. Fudge cakes!

"You're so dead Gi-Gigi?" he looked around. Just when he was turning the knob, I got to shut the vent and move away.

I sighed with relief and crawled away. Then all of a sudden, I began to slide!

My butt landed on a pile of trash beside the house and I hit my head. Oh joy! The wonderful perks of being clumsy Gigi!

"Ugh. I should be thankful I got away from Paul." I muttered, rubbing my forehead.

I brushed the dirt off my pants and walked away from the house, to my bike.

You see, Paul and I are like scouts. We're ready for almost anything. Including escapes like this. Before I even made my prank, I readied myself for school already. My bike contains everything I'll need for school. Paul has his convertible too.

I texted Paul that I was already in school even if I wasn't just so that he wouldn't wonder where I went. That's what we always do.

With a sigh, I made my way to school.

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Not really satisfied with this major edit thing. I think I like the old one better. But this is less like an immature duck writing in her diary.

Oh well then. (I think I keep saying that a lot)

Please tell me what you think of it! :)

xoxo

~Naf ♡