It's not a punishment. - Really?
Being disinvited to your own prom?
What would you call it? - A blessing.
If Charles, A, whatever he calls himself
was bold enough to pull that stunt with the photos
he's not gonna be scared to crash a school party.
Well, then, fill the ballroom with police.
It's a fairy-tale theme. They can come as the village idiots.
You can still celebrate that night
in a quiet, more intimate way.
Veronica's offered to host a small gathering
in the backyard barn.
You're kidding me.
- Seriously? - Why not?
Because it's filled with Melissa's stuff.
How is that a banquet hall?
- You can roll up a rug. - And what?
Take our prom picture on top of a washer-dryer?
Hanna, you don't have a choice.
If the school board doesn't want you at prom
We were barred from that too?
So now we're not gonna graduate?
You will graduate.
You just won't be walking across the stage
to get your diploma. You'll be...
walking to the mailbox.