Killing Ms Mapple: The Plan

Chapter one of the new weekly novel

This started as a prank, a prank in retribution for the cancellation of the prom, a harmless prank just meant to scare the hell out of Ms Mapple. We didn’t intend to kill her, although the inevitable death came early to her. Let’s start at the beginning.

“Ms Mapple” Britteny remarked. “What about her?” I asked. “Jones, Babe, nothing out of the blue but she is a dwindling pain in the ….” a plethora of unsuitable words were uttered in our weekly hangout spot, MoonDollers Cafe. “She can’t see us having fun, Can she?" First, she bans me, me the president of the student council from prom. Then she defunds the Cheerleaders. Then boycotts the yearbook. Who in the hell does she think she is?” Cherry complained.

“She is Dolores Jane Umbridge, representing the ministry of not-letting-high-schoolers-have-fun,” Vanity said referencing Harry Potter. “Wrong, She is a form of satan himself. And even he is afraid of what he has created.” Andrew corrected. Zack flicked his hair and said, “Guys, MK Gandhi had once said be the change you want to see. So instead of wishing her out, let’s force her hand.”

Vanity: “And how are we supposed to do that?”

Britteny: “Let’s kill her.”

We all spoke in chorus, “What?!”

“Not exactly kill her, but scare her into thinking that someone is out to kill her,” Brit said calmly sipping her strawberry milkshake. “Not entirely a bad idea,” Cherry remarked.

“Huh, So what we take her out to a country house and beat her up?” Andrew asked.

“Everybody huddle up,” everyone came up close. “Listen carefully cause I have a plan,” I explained. I pulled out a tissue paper and wrote on it with a red pen.

The plan was to mix sleep-inducing pills with Ms Mapple’s evening coffee. She likes it strong so coffee will out taste the sleep pills. I would enter her house to show her my new book. Once she was unconscious, the girls would shackle her to Andrew’s father's cabin in the woods. Our parents will be under the pretence of us going there to party.

Then an antidote will be administered to her body and before she wakes up we would put on bunny masks and start a genric show on tv to eliminate ambient sounds which may give her a clue of location. During the entire process, we would curtain the windows and close the doors.

We all would act as if we intend to kill her, also if she talks too much the girls may play roughhousing with her, but in the end, she should not have any injuries. At least not physically.

We would then again use pills to render her unconscious, leave her tied to a chair inside her own house. We would play some police tunes on mobile so that her memory plays tricks on her.

She would remember that six people broke into the house and tried to kill her. But no police detective could find any proof of braking in and nor any proof of struggle. The case will be closed but she would be mentally scared. Two-Three blackmails and she leaves Ponduke for good.

Although that was the plan, from the title we already know that it didn’t work that well.