Yeah, Abigail was [i]certain[/i] that she hadn’t seen that girl when she came in - but the end result was worth it, so she was willing to look over that minor inconvenience. She watched as Scotty came tearing out of the pantry, giving it as much as his middle-school drama classes had managed to muster up within him, with a look of mild curiosity. She slapped both hands over her mouth when Scotty was lifted into the air and there was a brief moment - the calm before the storm - before his body connected with the wall in an audible crunch. The kids were frozen in fear; all save for the little girl. Abigail was transfixed by the scene…

...Then she burst into loud, rippling peals of laughter.

She laughed so loud that she felt her ribs twinge in pain and doubled over, simply unable to contain herself. She gestured vaguely towards the little girl, who was wearing some pretty spectacular make-up and special effects compared to Scotty’s cheapy monster mask, and once she regained enough breath to speak she clapped her hands together and shook her head. “Well FUCKING done. Seriously, good show. Molly! Molly, geddafuck in here! Scotty just got his ass handed to him!” she hollered, shaking her head incredulously, a big grin plastered on her features. One of the kids shoved past her and made a beeline for the door. Abigail, on the flip side, knew that it was just a simple prank; that some kid put the wires on Scotty and rigged the whole thing up days in advance. It was the most well-thought out and spectacularly executed ‘fuck-you’ that Abigail had ever seen.

That’s why she approached the grimy little kid. “Hey bud, who set you up with this? You should be...like, an actor!” she said appreciatively, reaching out to give the unknown girl a hearty pat on the back.