Continuation of: Tales of the Dark Side – (Part 1, Childhood Pranks)
For the remainder of the day, I sat in my cramped bedroom; starring at the ugly whitewashed walls. I was still furious because of the coke spitting incident; and my mother always seemed to take my brother’s side, since he was the youngest. I knew, however, that my brother was not such an innocent darling; regardless of what my mother thought.
Admittedly, I wasn’t the most virtuous child either. Yet now, as a teenager, I felt I had the right to express myself; and l knew I couldn’t just let my brother get away with ruining my expensive jacket. I had to take matters into my own hands. The thing was, I had no idea what I could do to repay my brother for his cruel assault on my jacket.
My mother watched me like a hawk, and she swooped down at every opportunity, to steal away my advantage; which is why I knew I had to be extremely sneaky when planning my retribution. A few days passed, and my brother continued to repeat his same old shenanigans. One night, I even caught him drinking an entire bottle of Hershey’s syrup. Of course, it did no good to tattle on him, mom would never believe her precious son would do such a thing; and even if she suspected such things, she disregarded the idea as nonsense.
I mostly just stayed locked away in my room. Knowing full-well that anything I said, could quite possibly be used against me. One afternoon, though, my mother was out once again. It was just my brother, sister, and me. As I was making lunch for the three of us, I noticed a brown bag in the refrigerator and wondered what was inside. After further inspection, I realized it was a urine sample, my mother was supposed to take to her doctor appointment the very next day. I also noticed that the urine was in an old maraschino cherry jar, and suddenly a very naughty idea came to my mind.
As I was contemplating my next move, my little sister skipped into the kitchen, and I couldn’t help but divulge to her what I was about to do. Taking the jar of urine out of the bag, I left it on one of the shelves in the refrigerator and then proceeded to call my brother into the kitchen. He came running in, all smiles, wondering what I wanted. I said, “Hey David, there’s an empty jar of maraschino cherries in there, but the leftover juice from the cherries is still in the jar, and I give you permission to drink it.”
Happily, my brother went to the fridge and helped himself. Putting the jar to his mouth, he proceeded to take a big gulp of what he thought was cherry juice. The reaction was almost instantaneous, as he quickly realized whatever was in that jar, was not cherry juice. My sister and I started laughing uncontrollably, as my brother demanded to know what was in that jar. I could barely speak I was laughing so hard, and boy was he furious when he found out what I had tricked him into drinking.
The funny thing is, our mother came home later that evening, nobody, not even my brother dared to tell her what had happened. I think my brother was too embarrassed by what he had done, and my sister and I knew of course what mom would do to us if she ever found out. Let’s just say, my brother wasn’t so eager to steal food out of the fridge anymore, and he has never forgotten that horrible prank I pulled on him. But we’re even now, and that’s all that matters.
The Daily Post prompt – Not Lemonade