#hoco 2025

It was a lot of fun but there were a lot of my friends kissing and dancing with each other to remind me how lonely I am :{

BUT- that’s not even the best part

So, in our school, there were a limited amount of tickets to homecoming; I didn’t get one.

And so, I told my mom: “I want to see if they can make an exception for me if enough people don’t show up since I’m on the waitlist,” which is what I planned to do-UNTIL the day of, when I realized something.

Our homecoming “tickets” were light blue-ish/ever so slightly clear bands with “2025 homecoming” or whatever(I don’t know I never saw them because I never got one), like the kind of thick rubber bands you get at Christian camp each year. So, I found a band of “similar”color, and when the line dissipated, flashed it at the two women at the check-in table and walked by before you could narrow your eyes suspiciously.

That’s right; I FAKED my homecoming ticket