At this moment, we could either come clean and accept whatever punishment was doled out to us, or we could risk it and tell the most probable fabrication we had ever told, and with no preparation, no getting our stories straight, and no knowledge of how much Ms. Dunlap actually knew.

Of course, we chose option B.

That night at my final Improvedy show, things went perfectly. Every game, including one that we’d been trying to perfect for two years, was a success, there was no audience member that wasn’t short of breath from laughter, their suggestions fit in perfectly for what we needed, and everyone was on top of their game. After the show, Megan Hartman and I, as the two graduating seniors, were especially honored. I felt like the world was mine.

Even Kyle and I had a game or two all to ourselves, due to our ridiculously good chemistry. That night, we improvised to make other people laugh, but that afternoon, we improvised a story to save our academic careers. We told Yvette how Kyle had had an awful day yesterday and he was so depressed, he called the Suicide Prevention Hotline himself, just to talk with someone. As he began to tell them his story, I had found him. He hung up, I took him home and consoled him. He was sorry if calling them from a school phone was against some sort of policy, but at that moment it had seemed like his only option left.

Yvette ate it up, letting Kyle know that if he ever needed anyone to talk to, she was always available. She also thanked me for being such a good friend to Kyle.

We walked out of the office in disbelief at what we had just pulled off. In our eyes, that was a miracle on par with parting the Red Sea, while being mauled by tigers. We looked at each other, neither one of us knowing what to do next.

Matt Perry
Happy Families
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