The entirety of camp half-blood was on edge, April first was marked on every campers calendar in anticipation of the all out prank hell that the camp would devolve into for the next twenty-four hours. You'd decided against staying in your cabin, opting for a safer option like going out to the strawberry fields. Surely nobody could manage to make strawberry picking a prank, well. You would be wrong.

As you were picking some strawberries to help the saytrs out and get some much needed away time from the hectic environment of camp for a few hours all of a sudden a hand reached through the branches of one of the bushels and yanked you down. You let out a shriek before landing into the arms of none other than Luke, He flashed a mischevious grin"Gotcha, did you really think you wouldn't get pranked at least once today?"