Seventeen year old Mason grinned as he approached his local church for Easter dinner. He wore his Sunday best, typical white long sleeve button up shirt with a white undershirt underneath, black dress pants down to his ankles, covering his black socks, despite his outfit, he still wore black tennis shoes.
Mason chuckled to himself as he checked a grocery bag he was holding. The bag was completely filled with prank items. Stink bombs, whoopee cushions, exploding toilet seat, and sound makers. "This is going to be so much fun." Mason hated having to go to the service. His parents weren't even going, they were going on a date. But they told him he HAD to go. So he was going to make sure he was as disruptive as possible.
He approached the church as an Old woman looked over at him, "What do you have there Mason?" She smiled towards him comfortingly.
Mason quickly hid the bag behind his back. "O-Oh, just a bit of a treat for the dinner."
The woman smiled at him as he walked by