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Remember Helen Who?

She's dead. Sad face.

But Erika Vu is alive and thriving.

#Living!

Erika Vu is a legend. I heard she was Timothée Chalamet's first kiss.

#Yaasss.

I heard she got them to retire the name "Erika" from the hurricane list.

Erika Vu was given the key to the city in three cities she doesn't even live in.

Time to step it up.

Oh my God! Erika Vu's making a TikTok in the hallway!

- Love the new TikTok. - Thanks, bitch.

- Meet you in the quad, bitch. - Don't keep me waiting, bitch.

WTFKA Twigs is going on with you?

You have barely talked to me

for the past five days since you bitch-ditched me.

As in left me in a ditch in the woods

and used family dinner as an excuse to hang out with that bitch Riley.

I did do family dinner.

It was cut short because Riley really needed someone to talk to.

- 'Cause She's going through a breakup. - Yeah, with the guy you're dating!

Gia, I'm allowed to have more than one close friend.

I actually have 98,000!

Sorry. I didn't realize you were drinking your own haterade.

This is a matcha latte with ashwagandha.

You hate matcha lattes. And why are you talking like that?

It's been five days. It's like you're a different person.

I'm evolving. And I'm dead. I don't have a lot of time.

And as my close friend, you should allow me to grow

my following.

Matcha lattes have great engagement.

You're posting from the afterlife?

Why are you being so hostile?

You could use some adaptogens. Want the rest of my matcha?

- Okay. Well, can you throw it out for me? - 'Cause you're closer.

Look. I am saying this out of love,

even though I am… I am holding your freaking trash.

You need to be careful. Power's only good if you don't abuse it.

I'm feeling very attacked right now.

Text me when you've calmed down 'cause your aura is mega red.

Will you give me another chance?

- Caught you! Wanna go make out? - Yeah, yeah.

- First, I have a question. - Yeah?

What's going on with you and Riley?

I wanted to make things right after you called me out for being rude.

Which I'm grateful for, by the way. You keep me grounded.

Anyways, Riley and I getting along so well was just the icing on the cake.

And you love cake.

I… Yeah, I guess, yeah.

If it's not what you want, I guess I could go back to hating her and icing her out.

Of course I don't want, like, that.

It's just… It's a little weird.

Well, if it's weird, then maybe I should just dump her.

Huh? What? No, no. Okay, like… It's not that weird. It's just…

Let's just all be friends.

We can all be friends.

If that's what you want.

- How you gonna make it up to me? - Uh… I don't know.

- Maybe we can just hang tonight? - It's a date.

What's your problem?

- I was just… - Oh, get over it, pussy.

I had a human moment that I just didn't want to claim.

I tried to make it right, but you wouldn't accept it.

So now, all I can do is let it go.

Just shut up and finish your tests.

Test? I didn't study for a test.

- It's not my problem. - Isn't it, though?

Jerry, we know that you grade on a curve.

So what happens if there is no curve.

And we all just do this?

Guys, what do you think about it?

I think you have detention.

I think I don't.

Guys. He can't give us all detention.

Rip it.

I wouldn't do… Okay, you did.

Rip it, Stinky.

Wait. No, no, no, no.

No, wait, wait, wait. No, come on.

You're a saint for walking with me.

And I'm an idiot for getting too high to drive.

Why are you high at all?

You know when you like something so much it's intoxicating,

and you lose control over whatever you're saying or doing?

It's you.

You have this power over me. It's hot.

No. Really?

Then why did I overhear you tell Raven we didn't hook up at my party?

This isn't a sidepiece sitch, is it? I'm a main piece… a corner piece.

Oh! Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, no, no.

Yeah, you're the main piece and the corner piece.

But Raven and I are not a thing.

Is that why you ignored, like, 80 of my texts?

And also, I was worried Brad would steal you. Women love him.

Really? First of all, I am my own woman, and I can't be stolen.

And Brad is so cheesy. I don't get, like, his stupid fake magic.

Yeah, right? He thinks he's hot shit

just 'cause he's the go-to bar mitzvah magician.

How would he possibly handle a woman like me

if he can't handle his own doves?

Well, no. It is a lot of doves.

I mean, they're easy to train,

but then you get into the molting and the regurgitating and…

Dove talk over.

I can't decide which bags I wanna keep or take back.

No rush. Take your time. Just chew on it.

Your dad's mad you haven't returned his call.

- Should I text him back the ush? - Whatever.

"Aura update. White hot."

"Gavin and I made up and made out. Hope you're having fun with the enemy."

"Give Lea a hug for me…"

Shout-out!

"…and some self-respect, 'cause clearly she doesn't have any,

or she wouldn't let Riley use her as a doormat"?

Who even is "Ghia' anyway?"

Nobody. She doesn't know what she's talking about.

- Clearly. - Sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to bring you girls a tasty drink.

Thank you!

, Now go away, Karen.

Mm.

- Ugh. My stepmom is such a kiss-ass. - Photo op!

Okay.

Mm.

Okay. One second.

So cute.

Oh my gosh. Stunning. Oh, yeah. No, I love it.

Yes. Oh my God, give me everything.

Can we take one of just me?

And can you move the wilted flowers?

They're dead? Oh my God, I hate dead things.

- So gross. - Ugh.

Well, not all dead things are gross.

I mean, like cows.

Hamburgers are good.

Uh, do you guys ever think about what happens after?

To the cows?

No. Like… like when we graduate, and we move on to the next phase.

You know, and… and we're hanging out with new people.

People who aren't… people.

They're other things.

What other things would we be hanging out with?

You know, uh…

When we start over, and we're not nearly as popular anymore.

I'm always gonna be popular.

- How do you know that? - I just do.

Oh. But how do you sustain that?

By any means possible.

Oh.

- It's so nice hanging out with you. - Yeah, it's… it's nice to be alone.

Ish.

Thank you for being cool with me chilling until my date.

Not a prob. Nothing more chill than… than this.

I need a fork.

Isn't this so nice? All of us being friends?

Sure. But maybe just not on a date.

You're right. I'm gonna make her feel bad and weird. And I'll ask her to leave.

No, I… I just thought it was gonna be just you and me.

Do you guys want me to go?

No!

Because Jake L… rainchecked.

Rude! Does "L" stand for "Loser"?

Hi! Can we get some new fries?

We stopped eating them, and they got cold.

Oh my God!

I love you guys! Hate you. Love you.

You, I don't know.

Oh, I'm not online. I'm more of a… a private person.

Weird. Can you take our pic?

Sure.

Ooh! Pretend to be fighting.

So…

That's cool, babe.

I didn't say anything.

Can you stop texting so we can talk?

Totally.

Now you're texting each other?

- Stop. - Yes.

You gonna answer those?

Uh, no. They want me to follow up on the ghostly presence I felt at your party.

You know, I get that I'm the medium and the emotional glue of the group,

but it's like… "Can't I have one night to myself?"

Are you feeling anything?

Besides, uh, greatness?

What's wrong? Am I bumming you out?

- Brad says I do that to people. - No, no, no. It's not you.

I, uh… I'm just in my feelings about something else.

Uh, someone else.

What would you do if you created a monster?

I actually have. Sophomore year, I created a servitor to help me write my paper,

but then my, uh… my servitor came after me.

A real Frankenstein's monster situation.

Oh, you mean Erika.

The power of best friends is that you can always patch things up.

No matter how weird and annoying they're being.

Yeah, I dunno. It might be too late.

- The friend is using a weird fake voice. - You think that's Brad's real voice?

Best friends don't give up on best friends.

Even when they have to swallow their pride and be… the better best friend.

The real Erika's in there.

You just have to find her.

- Bye, guys. - Bye.

Bye, girl.

Hey, am I seeing things, or were you out with Jake C and Riley?

- Yeah, so? - I don't know. It's a little bit weird.

You lying in wait in my bushes is weird.

- Come to yell at me again? - No. I… I come in peace.

- Out of love. - I really felt the love for me today.

Hey, look.

Look, I'm… I'm really sorry. I get that you're on edge right now.

You just found out you're dead, and that's, like… a hard thing to process.

But it's me, you know, your best friend of a decade.

Can't we just talk for real?

We're talking.

I… I didn't realize how much time it would take to leave a legacy.

You know, time that you wouldn't be able to spend with me.

I… I really miss you.

Can't we just put aside the petty bullshit

and just be us for the handful of days we have left?

Prom is in a week, and then

that's it.

We're running out of time.

Oh my gosh, Gia. You're right.

I don't have time.

I need an extension!

I mean, the ghost that I know needs an extension.

Uh, yeah, we can definitely help with that.

Um, but first, I need some info about your friend.

- What? - Uh, promposal ideas.

- Whoa! Who're you going to prom with? - I'm trying to have a conversation.

I can tell you're trying, but desperation's not a tactic.

You need to give her the telepathic stare-down.

Tell her how you feel without

saying it.

- I don't need your help. - Yes, you do.

- Not right now. - Okay.

Sorry, sorry. Um, so, what is Gia's dream promposal?

No idea.

Seems like something best friends would know, but whatever.

I'm trying to get ideas, and you know her better than I do.

So… Um, What's her favorite flower?

Is she more of a big public gesture kind of girl or more private?

Would a flash mob be considered cheesy?

Why don't you just text her?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I guess texting is kind of our thing.

Okay. Yeah, I'll work on a draft right now.

Liquid courage.

Okay. Back to me.

So, what if a ghost doesn't wanna finish its unfinished business

and, you know, wants to stay embodied for…

I dunno. 60… …70 years?

Or maybe even just like a month.

Um, are there any, uh, tricks or loopholes?

Sure. A couple.

Edgar Allan Poe and Emily Dickinson stayed embodied

because they became famous posthumously.

Their spirits were stronger in death than they were in life.

Done. The ghost that I know is way more famous now than when it was alive, so…

And what about the bodies?

- Were they put to rest? - Uh-uh.

- How do you know? - We just do.

Edgar's actually my uncle's roommate.

- Any more loopholes? - Marilyn Monroe.

Her UFB was to marry JFK, but…

Okay, I get it. It was her fame. Bigger in death than in life.

Then a ghost can stall its UFB.

Or cancel it.

Cool. Thank you.

- Hey, uh, can you help me? Texter's block. - No time.

- Right. Prom assembly's about to start. - Is that today?

Uh, right now.

Shit! I have to cancel it. Prom can't happen!

As your student body president slash prom committee chair,

it is my honor to introduce our prom theme.

This has been nine months in the making.

So, hopefully, you don't mind waiting a little longer

as I give a few thank-yous.

I'd like to thank Meredith, who stayed up six nights in a row

making these amazing paper roses.

I'd also like to thank the Potts family for donating the costumes

from their own personal collection.

And now for the big reveal.

Drumroll, please!

This is bullshit!

Prom is bullshit.

It's lame and it's cheesy.

And everyone has such high expectations, they're guaranteed to be disappointed.

It's also problematic.

It's promblematic.

Prom lifts up the haves and the hots,

but completely disempowers the have-nots, okay?

It is classist, and sexist, and

ageist.

I'm 16.

Only high schoolers get to go to prom. That's exclusionary.

Don't even get me started about what happens after prom.

Alcohol poisoning, drunk driving,

drive-through diarrhea. Prom kills!

Are you okay, Erika? It seems like you're going mad.

I am going mad, Emma.

I'm mad for a girl

named Alice.

Hmpf.

A girl that just wanted to take a nap,

which I feel like we can all relate to,

but instead, she goes down the rabbit hole.

Yeah, AKA kidnapping.

Then she gets roofied, gaslit, and forced to wear tights and patent leather shoes.

- Which I don't even want to talk about. - Not to mention the themes of colonialism.

- Yes. Thank you, Mrs. Huang. - Right.

And then there's the body shaming.

First,

she's too big.

Then, she is too small.

And we all know what the cat represents.

A vagina.

Forced to be deflowered on prom night, okay?

- What's up with that? - It's pagan bullcrap!

Yes. So what about instead of screwing after prom,

we just skip it,

and we just say, "Screw prom"?

Let's effing go!

Uh… No, no, no. Let's not go.

Jake C, will you not not not go to prom with me?

- Come on, Jake! - Um…

- Come on, bro! - Yeah, tell her!

Mm-hm.

Okay, great!

Yay! So if I'm not gonna go, and you're not gonna go,

then maybe we should just cancel it.

Cancel it!

Yes! Let's cancel prom.

Cancel prom!

- Cancel prom! - Cancel prom!

Cancel prom!

Let's tear it down!

No!

Erika!

You… You can't. You can't just cancel prom.

Don't you understand? You're not gonna ascend.

- It's fine. I found a loophole. - What loophole?

I can stick around if I'm more famous in death than in life.

There is no prom, so there is no business to finish.

Bullshit. This is gonna bite you in the ass.

Hey. Don't worry about me.

Well, you're ruining prom for everyone else, including me.

Do you even care about anyone or anything other than you?

Like, I don't know… Maybe your rotting corpse?

I haven't been there a week, and nothing's happened.

Yeah, because I've been Postmates-ing ice to the road by the woods every day!

- I didn't ask you to. - What you gonna do when somebody finds it?

- How you gonna stop them? - By any means possible.

Well, I… I am gonna take your body

and I'm gonna drag it to the middle of the road

in the center of town so everybody finds you.

That moose weighs 1,000 pounds. You can't move it!

- Her name is Shelley, and watch me! - Over my dead...

- What the hell was that? - Can we discuss later?

Not only did you totally 180 me on prom again,

but you put me on the spot in a very public way.

You said it was okay.

Because there were 100 people screaming at me.

I'm sorry. I'm sure this was so, so hard for you.

And I would love to address this. In private, of course.

But I've way bigger things to deal with now

than you being a whiny little bitch.

- Move it or lose it, freaks! - We need to talk.

Your ghost, it's someone close to you, right?

When you said it's personal, did you mean, like, really personal?

Yes, I meant personal.

And personal also means private.

So, if you don't wanna become a ghost too, frickin' move!

Oh, no, you don't!

Gia!

Leg cramp.

Dead leg. Dead dead leg.

Get out of the way, Gia!

This isn't fair. You have a lower center of gravity!

"I'm Erika. My life totally sucks."

"My boyfriend is too hot. My bully is too nice."

"My parents are too supportive."

"My best friend isn't supportive enough."

- I'm dead! - Your point?

At least you have the option to live a life that sucks! I would die for that!

I mean… You know what I mean!

This is so gross!

- Get off me, bitch! - I'm not a bitch!

Takes one to make one!

Well, I'm sorry that I forced you out of your woe-is-me sad loser comfort zone

just so you could actually have some fun! My bad.

And I wasn't the one who turned you into the exact person

that made you so sad in the first place!

Just admit you're jealous of Riley!

I am not talking about Riley.

I'm talking about you! This was all you, babe!

Then I guess you're a bitch by association 'cause you could never be a real bitch!

'Cause you don't have the guts!

Oh, yeah?

Hey, guys. We've all been begging Erika to drop the skin-care routine.

So here it is.

Blood, moose juice, corpse shavings.

And, of course, a healthy diet of maggots.

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Oh, you bitch.