Teen Spirit Page #2

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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

on the wall

Where we

hang pictures

Oh! You like the photo I picked?

Stop laughing, all of you!

I demand you

to stop laughing now!

Amber?

Do you see

what I see?

I see justice.

Why, what do you see?

no! No!

Lisa?

Okie-dokie.

That was so moving.

Well, the Saturday

committees

For make-up prom

Will meet after lunch.

And let's make it a

safe one, okay, people?

Where are you all going?

This is so wrong.

You all love me.

Somebody say something now.

I'm popular!

I'm tmost popular!

You! You can see me.

Mm-mm. No.

No, I can't.

You can see me,

and you can hear me.

Mm-mm! Wait, come back!

I need to talk to you!

There you are.

Stay right there.

Whoa.

That was kind of cool.

Hey.

Oh. Hello.

That's 20 minutes of my

life I'm never getting back.

Hey, the girl died.

It's genuinely sad.

Show a little respect.

Aw, bless you,

nameless nerd boy.

And everyone wonders

why I never date.

Chicks are just crazy.

It's just stress, lisa.

That's all.

Music school applications,

senior anxiety.

It's a natural reaction.

You know, this whole

"you run, I chase" thing

Is getting

boring fast.

Why are you here?

What did I do?

Nothing,

from what I can tell.

It's whi'm

gonna do for you.

Get out of here. Now.

Hey,

it's a public bathroom.

Yes, of course.

Okay, I'll give you

five minutes.

Just not in here.

Prom queen-

Me?

Yep, by Saturday.

Okay. Joke's over.

Lisa sommers officially

looks like a fool.

Hooray to whoever's

doing this.

Do you really think I

could make all this up?

I have to admit,

you're not that smart.

Excuse me!

It just doesn't

make sense.

Why would I

want to help you?

Because... I'm the only

one that can help you.

Don't you see? I can make you popular.

I don't want

to be popular.

Oh. Poor thing.

Everyone wants

to be popular.

In five days

with me in charge,

You'll be the talk

of the school.

Everyone

will be wondering,

"what's liza wearing

today? What's liza thinking?

Where's liza going

tonight?"

It's lisa.

Well, if you're popular,

people would know that.

My friends

know my name.

All two of them?

Three!

Okay, mousy bits, if you

don't want to be popular,

What exactly

do you want?

I want to get

out of here.

I want to go

to music school.

I want to live in a world

where they don't judge you

By how many people want

to sit with you at lunch.

Instead...

They appreciate

the fact

That your playlist not only

has the newest gaga,

But all of

haydn's symphonies,

Charles ives'

concord sonata,

And the ella fitzgerald

songbooks,

Because they're

all magic works of genius,

And they transport me.

You done yet?

You're deader

than I am.

And you're

a vacuous shrew.

Come on! You have

to do this for me,

Otherwise they're sending me

to hell, and I don't want to go.

Why? There'll be so many

people just like you.

I can't believe you

don't want to help me.

You know what?

I don't think I'm gonna get

another chance to say this

And really

make it happen,

But, for all I care,

you can go to hell.

She's stubborn,

doesn't listen to reason,

And she only cares about

what she wants. I hate her!

Why? Too much

like yourself?

I offered her the greatest

gift of high school-

Complete popularity.

And she tells me

to go to hell.

Amber,

dear, sweet child,

Sometimes we can't

accomplish a task

Simply by browbeating

the weak.

Why not?

Often-

And I know this is a

radical notion for you-

We must actually think

of the other person.

But that sounds

really hard.

Very well, then. We won't put

you through any more of this.

hello, this is j-3

in arbitration.

I have

a miss amber pollock.

She's given up and is

ready for processing.

Uh-huh.

I'll ask.

Would you prefer being

slowly skinned by demons,

Or having your pretty nails

pulled out, one by one?

I know. Hard to imagine clawing

your way past the little people

Without ten little talons of

sinful ruby rouge number 17.

Tacky, by the way.

I guess I can give lisa

one more shot.

You'd do that for her?

How sweet.

Uhh!

You have ghostly powers.

Use them.

Lise, I've been

waiting for you.

I didn't want to

come up behind you

'cause I noticed

you were kind of jumpy.

What? Wha-wha-

what makes you say that?

The fact that you're...

Kind of jumpy.

Are you okay?

What happened

this morning?

Can I ask you

something?

But you have to promise

to keep it between us.

Come on,

we're best friends.

What if I told you amber

pollock visited me today?

You mean, like,

as a ghost,

Or some kind of spirit?

Ohh. Just hearing

the words out loud

Makes it seem

even more crazy.

Forget I said

anything.

Lise, you're

freaking me out.

Are you really

seeing amber?

I don't know, selena.

Maybe this is just some

kind of freakish dream.

Or maybe I'm actually unconscious

from a dangerously high fever

That's causing me

to hallucinate,

And hopefully sweat off that

donut I ate this morning.

Or maybe I'm just

going completely insane.

Okay, not true. A lot

of people see ghosts.

My aunt marielle

- she sees them all the time.

Of course,

there was that one week

When she only bathed

in ketchup.

But she's not insane.

And she says that ghosts

are nothing to mess with.

So, you better

be careful here.

You know what?

I don't even have time

To think about this

right now.

Whatever it was

is gone, thank god,

And I have to concentrate on

the real things in my life.

You mean you're gonna

go out to the field

And pretend to do your homework

while you stare at nick ramsey?

Okay, so, it's more

of a delusion,

But, uh, I'm

comfortable with it.

As long as you're sure

you're okay.

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey, nick!

This one's to you!

Oh. Nick ramsey.

Uhh. Please get out

of my life.

Whoo! Yay, nick!

Nice butt!

Good choice.

Choice? He doesn't

even know I'm alive.

I could get him

for you.

What if I told you

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