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With a sigh, you roll out of bed and throw on some midterm friendly clothes - a pair of sweatpants and a UConn sweatshirt. Your hair gets thrown back into a bun - no time to deal with that today!

No one is home right now, as your dad has already left for the office. You grab a bagel and get into your car and drive to school.

You get to school without incident, about an hour before your final test starts. People are already milling about. As you enter, your best friend Kierra runs up to you.

"Oh my god, Auggie!" she squeals as she runs up. "You'll never guess who asked about you having a prom date?"

You try not to get excited, but you do. You really need a date for prom. "Who?"

"It was...

[[Milnes Minnis, captain of the chess team!"]]

[[Fred Cox, the super good looking sophomore!"]]

[[Thomas Moses, that kid who sits behind me in physics!"]]

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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Date?
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> none
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Equipment:
<p><i>Bag with notebooks/binders in it, iPhone 6</i>
</p>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Dress?
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> none
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Money
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> $1000
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Prom]]