Teen Spirit Page #2

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I had it in my hands.

Are you kidding me?

I always knew heaven

wouldn't allow nasty cuticles.

Do you have

an appointment?

But no one's even here.

That's because they all

have their own place to wait.

Oh, so...

This isn't heaven?

Let's just say it's

kind of halfway-

Like limbo-

made just for you.

Ah. Amber pollock.

Date of death-

right now.

Can you believe how

speedy these gadgets are?

I really think

they're the future.

Oh. Oh, well...

Weren't you a nasty

piece of business.

What's that supposed

to mean?

Ashley high

consensus says...

"queen b*tch".

Pretty hellish,

I'd say.

Hellish? That doesn't

mean I'm going to-

Not as yet.

Your life arc

was interrupted

Before reaching

its full formation,

So you're getting an

opportunity to raise your scores.

Putting it

in high school terms,

You're, like,

getting an extension.

Oh. So, I'm, like,

repeating a grade?

I have to go back?

Not in corporeal form.

You'll be more like

a spirit.

And you'll have a specific

task to accomplish.

If you succeed,

it's wings and a harp,

Never a bad hair day, and

you'll always be model-thin.

If you fail, well...

How do you look

in asbestos?

oh, lookie here.

The task they've given

you is rather ironic,

Since you were very nearly

crowned prom queen.

Oh, it was unanimous,

you know.

Lucky you.

You must take

the least popular student

And get this individual

elected queen

What?

And here she is-

The misshapen

lump of clay

That you must mold.

She doesn't go

to my school.

Lisa sommers.

Been in your class

for eight years.

She was your lab partner

in freshman biology.

No. I've never

seen her in my life.

Maybe this will help.

That girl?

Prom queen?

That's a joke.

Listen, sister,

you have one week.

Is best expressed

by those closest

To the one we have lost.

Thank you to those

who showed up today.

Well, this seems to be it,

so we might as well start.

Is this all for me?

So, I'd like to invite those

who were closest to amber

To come up and share

your love for her.

A memory, an anecdote,

A short story of what

she meant to you.

Let me just say thank you.

Thank you all.

Hello?

We have microphones on

either side of the stage,

So please take

as much time as needed

All right, then.

Hey.

Let's have a moment

of silence for amber.

Oh, honey.

On prom night, of all

nights, she's gotta die.

She promised me

- promised that when she got that crown,

She was finally

gonna let me do her.

I dented my car

because of her.

And what do I get?

Nothing.

This is worse than dying!

Where is my group?

Where are my girls?

That was beautiful.

I will now unveil

the memorial portrait

That will hang

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