Disclaimer: I do not own Recess!

Spinelli Woods, Esq.: Thanks! Yep, whoever knew those Diggers were bad! Yeah, sad about Mikey, but hey life is sad in the real world! Oh don't you worry, I'll MAKE Bob be all right, lol.

angel9220042004: Thanks! Yeah, it is sad he died, but oh well that's life! Glad you're reading this, hope ya stay with me!

Clintronic Waldrip: Oh yeah, our principal was a real headache! I know, the prom thing is dumb, but the school's the one who made the rule up. I'm just glad I'm graduating Friday so I'll never have to look our principal in the face again!

Chapter Two: Ice Cream and Flowers

At around lunch time, when everyone got out, Kelso's was packed with seniors. Some sat on the chairs near the counter, others sat in the booths, and almost everybody else had to sit on the floor. The class president, Sammi, was sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her boyfriend Hustler Kid.

"All right, is everyone done eating their ice cream?" she asked, and was replied with a bunch of "uh-huh's". "Good. Okay, we need to decide what to do with that money that's sitting in the bank. Principal Prickly said we needed to use it to by flowers and paper for the programs at graduation. And he also said we needed to buy a gift for the school in memory of us."

Principal Peter Prickly had become principal of Ronald Reagan High School when the gang was in tenth grade. Obviously, he had gotten an even better offer from them than he did from Spiro T. Agnew Middle School. Unfortunately, with him becoming principal, along came the dreaded name tags and school uniforms.

"A gift, for the school?" Spinelli asked, crossing her arms. "I'm not buying that crummy school anything!"

"Yeah, and I thought we were going to spend our money in booking that Armstrong Auditorium at the local college," Ashley Boulet remembered.

"I know, I know, I was just wanting to get it out on the discussion floor," Sammi told her. "Upside-Down Girl, did you check with the auditorium on any dates that they're not booked for?"

"Yeah, they're free on May 22," Upside-Down Girl answered. "That's on Saturday, like it was last year."

Last year's class, and the previous four year's graduating classes, had been using the college's Armstrong Auditorium since their own school's auditorium could only seat around five hundred people—meaning each kid could only invite about twelve people each instead of however many they wanted.

"Excellent," Sammi nodded. "Now, what kind of flowers should we buy?"

"Ooh, roses!" the Ashleys said in unison.
"I like Forget-Me-Nots," Vince offered. He got a weird look from T.J. "What?"
"Venus flytraps, duh!" Spinelli exclaimed. "Maybe they'll grow big enough to eat the teachers."

"Nah, we need something exotic-looking," T.J. stated. "What about orange hibiscuses?"

"You mean, the Hawaiian flower?" Hustler Kid asked him. "I'm for it."

"All right, everyone in favor of orange hibiscuses, raise their hand," Sammi instructed. It was a unanimous decision. "Well, that's about it for today."

"When do we get our graduation pictures taken at school?" Upside-Down Girl asked.

"Next Friday," Gretchen answered. "We get our caps and gowns tomorrow I believe. Hopefully, they didn't forget the Honor's Cords."

"They better not have, that's the only accessory I'll have to wear!" Spinelli piped up.

"Me and you both, Spin," T.J. added, raising his empty coke float glass. "To the seniors of 2006!"

The thirty two of them clanged their glasses together and spent the rest of the day remembering old times.

Sorry its going slow, but hey, I'm trying to be exact! Plus, it's kinda hard to remember what happened at the beginning of my senior year, so be patient! Oh, and it'll be a miracle if I post tomorrow, due to graduation and all, or even Saturday or Sunday, but I'll do my best!