The tulle skirt was up around Diane’s face with heavy black mascara running down her cheeks. She kept yelling that it was just a joke. But joke or not, she watched from the window the tail lights from the car her prom date was driving. Downstairs Diane’s parents maintained their steadfastness, even though Diane was still yelling asking for a reprieve from the worst punishment in the world. Her parents both thought to themselves, you’ll get another chance at senior prom next year.