I walked into the house feeling sore, because of dancing all day. Those new shoes are being mean to me. I sat on the couch in the living room, took my tiara off and my shoes and then I looked so see the blisters on my ankle. God. I hate blisters. I started rubbing my feet to get them to rest.

Still in my dress, I laid down, exhausted from the whole evening. I wish there was a magical way to go to bed, like the pajamas instantly came on me, and my hair back to normal.

"Jan? Did I hear the door op-" Mom walked in the room to find me. "Oh. Big day?"

"Uh-huh."

I sat up as she came to sit next to me. "I saw you singing! You made me go in tears."

I smiled at what she said.

"You watched the whole thing. Didn't you?" I got worried because what if she saw the moons...

"Not really. Your father and I were getting mail just after the dance contest. And it happens that we got a letter from John!" She gives me the letter and I scanned through all the words. It's saying that things got harder there because they lost one of the soldiers. That was terrible, I'm hoping that John won't die. I smiled sadly.

"Why aren't you with your friends at the after party?" She asked.

I sighed, "Things got a little outta hand. That's all. Nothing between me and Putzie. Just my friends, that's all."

Mom nodded and then asked, "I bet your tired from the whole day huh?"

"Mmmmmm…"

"Well, you get in the shower and wash off, while I make you a nice cup of soup. How does that sound?"

I smiled. "Ok mom." I went to the bathroom to take a shower. The soothing warm water is the medicine I need after all this. I got out, dried myself off, and got into my warm pajamas and went to the kitchen to see a cup of soup sitting there. I ate it, and then I went to bed.

The next morning, it was Tuesday. I went to school a little late due to the fact my alarm clock went off. The hallway was empty. Not a student in sight. I went to my locker to get my stuff, but then I hear the announcements from McGee.

"We have pictures of you so-called mooners. Just because the pictures aren't of your faces, doesn't mean we can't identify you. At this very moment, those pictures are on the way to Washington, where the FBI has experts in the type of identification. If you turn yourselves in now, may escape a federal charge."

I grabbed my books and head off to class. Later on during lunch, Marty and Frenchy have finished their lunch, so they can go smoke, while I just stayed to eat. The guys finally showed up, except Kenickie and Danny.