Jenna was more of a casual prankster. A single day didn't usually matter much to her, so she usually did what her friends least expected: no pranks.
Except this time.
"Jenna, what the hell!?" texted Chase.
"Yeah man, what in the actual fuck!?" texted Carl, "I'm going to reek like tuna for weeks now!"
"What can I say, boys", Jenna shrugged, "Whenever a bucket of chum falls on two proscratinators, an angel gets its wings."
"Fuck you" Chase texted.
"Still, it was kinda dope" Carl condeceded, "How did you pull it off?"
"I work in mysterious ways."
"Again, fuck you."
Jenna smirked, then kept reading her manga.
Only when it opened, the pages were black. Not even ink, just sprayed black licorice.
Her phone rang.
"Surprise bitch!" said Sydney.
"Sydney, that's not a prank, that's property damage" Jenna rolled her eyes, "Now buy me new ones."
"Sore loser."
Sydney hang up, and Jenna rolled her eyes.