Organized Crime

Kendra opened her eyes. Could it really be morning already? It had been a late night as Kendra drove home with the softball team from Denver. The ride had been long and monotonous. Kendra got little sleep on the bus and didn’t get home until 3:00 a.m.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart. You’ve got some work to do,” whistled Dad. He was always happy in the morning.

“What do you mean work?” asked Kendra groggily. “Today is Saturday. Can I at least have a break?” demanded Kendra.

“I know you’re tired, Kendra, but thanks to your friends, you’ve got some work to do,” replied Dad.

“What do my friends have to do with this?” thought Kendra as she closed her eyes again.

Dad threw open the drapes. He looked as though he was admiring a pretty view. Kendra squinted in the sunlight.

“Close the window, Dad,” called Kendra. She cleared her throat.

“If I close the window, then you will miss the artwork of your friends!” explained Dad.

Kendra slowly rose to her feet and walked to the window. When Kendra caught the glimpse of what her friends had done, she gasped. The once green lawn and yard was completely covered in toilet paper. The artwork done by Kendra’s friends looked more like a toilet paper factory.

Kendra groaned and slid back into bed. “What kind of friends would do this?” she thought. Just then Kendra grinned as she imagined her friends going to all this trouble.