Casey JoAnn Smith
Casey climbed out of one of the windows and ran out to the front lawn, her eyes scanning the area rather…quickly. She had worry clear on her face, cupped her hands about her mouth and shouted for her grandmother.
“Grandmother! Granny! Mickle got out of his cage again! I think he’s loose!” She shouted, and gave a hopeful smile. She knew she was in for a scowl. She knew she would get a good talking to about how she needed to keep a closer eye on her pet, expecially with new guests in the house. But she couldn’t help how smart he was. He was too smart for his own good.
Casey was running out of excuses though, but not out of pranks. She had a prank for every person and more to come. She did minor things, like salt with the sugar shaker, or sugar with the salt. She also made sure one of the bathrooms didn’t have any toilet paper. Her extreme prank however, was in the kitchen and she wondered who would find it first.
Casey was never one to prank people as a baby, in fact, she seemed to be rather likable. But it was just issues with the family, someone once said, and that she was just ‘acting out’, whatever that meant. The girl uncapped her mouth and moved her arms behind her back.
“Granny?”