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I’m not sad about you being around, for sure. Now you and me can be seniors together.

You’re an awesome friend, Sam. Just make sure you have some impressions to cheer me up if I feel like a sad little panda. Anyway, how do you like the Dinosaur theme? There is a dinosaur photo booth, which is awesome!

That we are! Plus the school seems to not hate us performing for prom, so that’s a bonus. Definitely. And I will shameless lose my shoes half way through the night, if need be.

We were awesome last year and I guess they don’t hate us because they’re too busy being hypnotized by us. Oh, you should really write your name and cell number on the inside, you’ll find them much easier!

There’s all kinds of smart. You just have a creative mind.

I guess that’s true. My mind is this awesome place called Happyville, it’s the best place ever. I wish everyone could visit it, but you can’t really jump into my head like Blues Clues.

And you’re sure it’s too late to fix it? I’m sure we’d all help. I know I would, and I’m hardly the smartest of us all.

I think it’s kinda a good thing. Plus, I had no idea what I was going to do after High School, like I could be get a job refilling all the breadsticks at Breadstix? I know I’ll miss everyone graduating, but I’d miss you guys too and I’d like to win Nationals this year and next year. 

Some of us will gladly take any stage we can get, myself included. We got you! That’s a good attitude. The dancing’s the best part anyway.

I’m happy to hear that. I know whatever you guys do will be awesome, because we are awesome. Of course, you just dance until your feet hurt, but I’d just keep on dancing anyway.

I’m sure Lord Tubbington is just fine. I have no doubt that he would be the match of any foe who might try and cross him. Well, not all of us are as talented a dancer as you are, Britt. But that was my thought process, too. And I think it’s a more flattering silhouette for me.

I hope so, that reminds me, I have to do a weapon check when I go home. Well you don’t have to be talented to dance at prom, you just go for it and I just let the music do whatever, like I’m a puppet to music. That sounds cool, but I wouldn’t be worried about your shadow, the lights will be flashing, so you won’t see it much.

Well, your theme does sound kind of epic, so hopefully it goes off without a hitch!

I know, right? Like I might not be school smart, but I think the Dinosaur idea is completely genius, and I thought of that!

Is there anyway to help pick up your GPA? 

I thought being senior class president would make me top of the class, but I don’t think so. Some of the teachers told me to stop coming to class, so I just wander around the school talking to Kiki.

Wait… you’re not graduating?

Yeah...no. I wish as president I had magical powers that could change my grades or just make myself smarter. 

Wait… isn’t Lord Tubbington your cat? Is cat gambling a thing now?

I don’t think you have to worry about the CIA, as they’re probably not very interested in McKinley’s prom. 

I think we need an intervention, with the gambling, schemes and the weed he planted on my dad because he didn’t clean his litter box. It’s sad.

Sometimes during lunch, Santana hid out in the choir room. It was the lamest thing in the world but it was nice to just step back and reneregize away from the losers in the school. School stressed her out because of her need to make her parents proud of her - she was always pushing herself harder than was necessary. She tried to show a toughness to the world but inside she was just a wound up ball that was waiting to be unraveled. Santana headed down the hallway, her backpack on her back and a bag with her lunch. She couldn’t say no to abuela when she would pack a lunch because school lunches were incredibly unhealthy - plus, her abuela’s food was always on point.

She stepped into the room, her face brightening at the sight of Brittany. The blonde was without a doubt one of the most important people in the world to Santana - if not, the most important person. She felt free when she was with her. She didn’t feel like she had to hide behind a wall. She watched the crayon roll across the floor, having clearly walked in on a meltdown. Without saying a word, she walked over to where the blonde was sitting on the ground and plopped herself down, eyeing the drawings scattered around her. “Eat. Maybe it’ll help the creative juices get flowing.” Santana gestured towards the lunch bag, inviting the bag to anything inside. She grabbed one of the drawings, noting the setup that Britt had planned. “What’s your theme, pretty girl?”

Brittany couldn’t help the smile growing on her face as she saw Santana, her eyes sparkled as she watched the Latina make her way over to join her. Brittany accepted her gesture, reaching in and feeling around for a moment before taking something small, her eyes had a thank you written all over them. Santana was probably the only person in the world that would always be on her side, so Brittany didn’t hesitate to tell her the idea she had for their prom. “Dinosaurs.” she beamed, proud of her idea as she continued, holding up other pieces of paper, “Like, prehistoric backdrops, a dinosaur photo booth, giant food and lots of awesome props!” 

Well, if you need any help with anything involving the prom, I can help. I love doing things like that and making the seniors prom the best is the ultimate goal. Okay, but how does a cat buy a house? I’m confused.

Thanks, Marley. Tina’s helping too, and I have the prom committee convinced on my idea. He’s not a normal cat, he has his ways of making money, I can’t say whether it’s legal or not.

$500 doesn’t even cover a good hotel room. Lord Tubbington better figure out how he’s going to pay for a good prom for us. I’m sure the cat mob or mafia will help.

Legit think he’s richer than than all the Kardashian’s put together. He’ll definitely come through, he never breaks a promise, except that time when he started smoking again. If he is the leader, I hope my parents don’t find out.

I think it’s a little more likely they were simply attending your neighbor’s funeral. Tubbington is discreet enough to avoid detection, I’m sure. Undoubtedly that’s true. Cat scratches are very nasty, they do have those vicious little claws. Tea length is above the ankle but below the knee. I want the hemline to be short enough so I can dance, so I may go a little higher than that. 

I guess you’re right, I sometimes get paranoid about what he’s up to. He is a genius after all. I think mine is that length, I can dance in anything, but it’s nice to have freedom of your legs in a flowy dress.