Ryder had been dying to cause some trouble ever since school resumed and he wanted others to follow him. Which lead to him standing up and soon he soon grabbed papers and he decided that perhaps he would stand on a table and have a proclamation or would that get him in trouble.
The twelve year old had decided to walk to a table as he stood up in a pair of jeans, vans, a t shirt, and he looked and he smiled with his plan he hoped would go smoothly but then he did not care if he got detention since why should he care.
He had not want to work for something which people who knew how to listen actually was apart of he wanted to play Quidditch and be the best Quidditch player whoever lived and soon he smirked as he stood on the table and he said.
" Does anyone want to cause mischief and be the king or queen of the school pranks? " smiled Ryder as he crossed his arms and smiling and soon he looked, and he said.
" Come on why do rules matter? " asked Ryder.
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