Cole Greenbryre: A Short Story

I, Lennon Brazwell, had formulated my master plan overnight. My target: Cole Greenbryre. My motive: sheer annoyance. He was the most obnoxious kid in all of Belmont Heights High School, a sophomore in the same grade as myself. It was the personal opinion of pretty much everyone I knew, including teachers and those who didn’t agree with me on anything else, that he shouldn’t have made it out of kindergarten. His maturity level could have been compared to that of a chimpanzee. His most annoying feature, however, was not due to his immaturity. It was appearance based. Forgetting to mention Cole’s absurd use of hair gel when describing his persona would be impossible. It was almost as if it were a part of him; it defined his very being and existence,

Penny and I were making our way through the crowded sidewalks on our way to school. I was perfecting my plan with each step, but I also knew that some key details were missing. I needed to ask Penny for her help soon if I wanted my plan to work flawlessly, but I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the inevitable resistance that would follow my asking. It was often that I came up with ideas like this one, and often that I recruited Penny’s assistance, but every time, and I mean every time, she did her very best to combat my attempts to drag her into my pranks. Still, nearly every time, I was able to eventually convince her to join me in my nefarious deeds.
Swallowing hard and mentally preparing myself, I tried to think of some way to ask that would catch her off guard. She was walking in step beside me, casually swaying her tote bag full of books, all of which were fiction, back and forth. The sun was just rising over the top of the highest building and it’s first rays playfully lit up Penny’s light blonde hair. She looked over at me, her blue eyes displaying a contemplative

She let out a sigh that could have caused an earthquake. “Alright, what’s your plan? I’m not saying I agree to help with any of it, but as your friend I feel it is my duty to know what activities you involve yourself in.” “Well, my plan is to replace Cole’s hair with vaseline at lunch time. He has gym right after that and he always looks more greased up than usual. Afterwards, he’ll take a shower and won’t be able to get it out, in fact the water will just make it worse. Then we can wait outside the boy’s locker room and experience the fruits of our labor.” “So what do you need me for? It sounds like you’ve got it all figured out,” Penny questioned doubtfully.
“I know the ‘when’, but I need you to come up with the ‘how’. As in how are we going to get into Cole’s backpack and remove his hair gel container at lunch, when everyone is there, and how are we going to replace it with vaseline?”
I could see the wheels in Penny’s head turning. I knew she already had a simple solution, but it appeared as though she were mulling consequences