Conduct mischief

While looking her over, I realized this wasn't something to pass up so hastily. I could squash the planet... why not make the most of it?

By, of course, appeasing my itch for quirky mischief. My mind flashed to earlier in the morning, with my shenanigans with Mom and Jess.

"Actually, Mrs. Jannon," I lifted a finger, causing her eyes to dart towards it. That's right, I thought. Easy now. "I'm actually afraid to say it, but..."

"Yes?" Her skepticism was steadfast, however curious.

"I actually am a bit sick," came my revelation in a packageable sigh.

A wrinkle fell over her forehead. "Do you need to see the nurse?"

"Well..." My swirling imagination quietly made its course.