It's finally happened.
I walked home from high school today, and I see i'm the only one there, my mom coming in about ten minutes. When she comes home, I have to tell about what happened at school. Around 3:41, a bunch of Middle schoolers are walking home. While I'm working out in the living room, two of them, a boy and a girl, just walk up to my porch and ring the doorbell. I didn't know they were there until they rang it like 5 times really fast. I only have on a T-shirt and some boxers on, so I just run to the front door and peek through the eyehole, and I see them, just waiting there for like a good ten seconds, more than enough time to open the door and massacre them...and then they run off the porch. (They were just so horrible at the timing....lol)

...You people do not know how long I've been waiting for this moment. When I was in middle school (just a couple months ago lol) we were crazy enough to do it, but we didn't. Instead, I watched other 8th graders stampede over citizens' yards, throw things on peoples cars, and at school buses, jump the mailman, throw an egg at another mailman's truck while he was driving it, and even once I saw them throw a soda bottle on the roof of one house. Stuff like this happened all through 6th grade to 8th grade. And I wondered, when was my house going to be struck? And that's when it hit me, I was going to make their plan backfire. I swore that if anybody pranked my house, I would be sure to mess them up for sure, even if the odds were against me. My house never got pranked until today. The part that sucks though, is that I have to wait until Monday, because we have a four day weekend till school starts again. *sigh*
But when Monday comes, I'll be waiting by the door, pants on, ready to kick their pathetic asses. Ah, I wish Monday would come sooner...
Has something like this ever happened to you?