I tripped her on her way out of the meeting. Legit stuck my foot out in front of her and tripped her.

It’s a shame our gym teacher, Chris, was there to catch her.

The next week was especially fun. You can hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice when I say that, right?

I’d received a page over the loudspeaker stating that there was an emergency in Room 1. I should’ve known it was another one of Raegan’s pranks, but I reacted on instinct. I sprinted down the hall and burst through the classroom door to find Raegan and her students sitting calmly at the carpet.

“What’s the emergency?” I asked, out of breath.

“Did Beth page you? Oh, I’m sorry. I meant to call for the custodian. Jayden here had an accident on our floor.”

I looked down and found myself standing in a heaping pile of Jayden’s shit.

Allow me to reiterate that: The kid pulled his pants down in the middle of the classroom and took a dump on the tile floor the way a bear shits in the woods.

And then I stepped in it.

You’re probably wondering what I did after that.

I laughed.

I laughed.

I hear that’s a sign of insanity.

By the end of the month, I was fresh out of ideas. I spent way too much of my time on YouTube watching prank videos. And let me tell you, the things kids come up with are scary. No one is safe. Kids these days are nuts.

Anyway, I snuck into Raegan’s classroom and removed what looked like an important screw from her chair.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to witness her falling flat on her ass when the chair gave out, but I caught her rubbing her back later on. That was enough for me. I’m not greedy.

I have to hand it to her. Raegan’s been winning the little battles. And that’s okay. Honestly, it is.

Because I know I’m going to win the war.

Days Left Until Summer Break: 162

Raegan

“I can’t believe you’re going through with this.”

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I puff out my chest and clench my fists. “I’m going to make Principal Fuckwad regret signing me up for this game.”

Becca plants her hand on her hip, balancing William on the other. “You remember what happened to Tanya last year, right?”

“Two black eyes and a broken nose. Let’s hope Fuckwad doesn’t have good aim.”

Mia runs around me in circles. “Fuckwad! Fuckwad! Fuckwad!”

Becca covers her face with her hand. “It took me a week to get them to stop shouting sex every time we went to Shoprite.”

“I just gave her a new word to fixate on. You’re welcome.”

She flips me off in the mirror.