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Well, Diary, seventh grade
wasn't exactly going according to plan.

First of all, everything changed.
Something called a summer reset.

Including the fact that
my BFF had a new BF.

- Hi, Liam.
- Hi, Jada.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one

navigating the choppy waters of change.

And it wasn't just school
where things were different.

Sam is moving in. Okay?

But, Diary, the biggest
change of plans happened after a...

situation with the
morning announcements.

Well, then I guess I'm not a leader.

Diary, this year
was off to a rough start.

So much for crushing seventh grade.

More like seventh grade was crushing me.

Hey, Patty Meltdown.
What's for lunch today?

My Student Rep dream was
dead, buried poorly in a shallow grave.

But I had Sasha.

Sweet Sasha.

Hi!

Elena, did you hear that Skyler
Zaxton's favorite vegetable is pumpkin?

I didn't even
know that was allowed.

He's such a rebel. Handshake?

She's my port in the
storm, my light in the dark,

my chocolate chip in an
otherwise oatmeal cookie.

Claude.

Oh, I practiced the handshake
with my uncle last night,

and I think I finally
have the middle part down.

You'll get there, Claudey.
You're so coordinated.

But, Diary,
things were different now.

Our duo had become a trio.

♪ I'm here for it ♪

♪ Facing fears and chasing dreams ♪

♪ Just winging it ♪

♪ And I'm staying true to me ♪

♪ Hello world I wonder who I'll be ♪

♪ No matter what I do ♪

♪ It's all about my journey ♪

♪ Lo puedo lograr ♪

Of course I want Sam to move in,

but it was so unlike me just
springing it on the kids.

I listened to my heart.

Who do I think I am, Rose from Titanic?

Look where she ended up.

Uh, in possession of a priceless jewel.

Living to be 101.
Being drawn by peak Leo.

Cami, focus.

You said it yourself.

You listened to your heart,
so how could it go wrong?

I know, but usually I agonize for days

when it comes to decisions
involving the kids.

I'm their mother.

I'm supposed to help them solve their
problems, not give them problems.

Have you met a Latina mother?

I'm trying to break the cycle.

I just hope my kids are
okay with this decision.

Pretty cool Sam's moving in, huh?

Yeah. Now we can make
night eggs, which rules.

Hey, Bobby, has one of your
friends ever dated someone

which rendered them
completely unavailable to you?

- You mean Liam?
- What? No.

- Oh.
- Sasha and Claude are a thing now.

Suddenly, she has no time for me.

And since my dreams are dead,
I kinda need her right now.

Why aren't you talking to Ma about your
dead dreams? You're obsessed with her.

Tell Mami I dropped out of Student
Rep when she's so proud of me?

That the presidenta she thought
she was raising is actually a...

the Spanish word for failure?

'Kay, fine, don't tell her.

Do you promise not to
give away my secret?

You have to promise, Bobby.

My teeth are clean.

Bye, Elena.

I promise.

How are you? Do you want
breakfast? I love you.

You're being weird.

Your mother's worried that Sam moving in

is going to completely
destroy your life.

Can you even imagine the
trauma of having someone around

who makes you laugh almost as
much as he makes your mom happy?

Yeah, what will I do with this extra
person around to give me rides places?

Oh, you poor, poor kids.

Ha ha ha. Remind me never to invite
you for breakfast again, Cami.

Oh, come on. I'm a delight.

Elena, I heard that you're running
for Student Rep. How's that going?

It's great. Very exciting.

Yeah, well, it's going better than
the tennis team. That's for sure.

There were no spots for freshman.

Huh. Everything I know about sports,
I learned from the Air Bud franchise.

But I'm sure it's their loss.

Yeah, Bobby'll find something else.

Now, I know this is annoying, but
now that you're in high school,

we have to start thinking about college.
It's not enough to be well-rounded.

You have to be like an egg:
well-rounded but with a point.

- Mom...
- And now that you don't have tennis,

what else do you like
that you can excel in?

Maybe you and your friends can
join a club. What's Liam up to?

- I already chose something!
- You did?

Yeah. I joined... a club.

It's, uh...

Oh, the one you told
me about this morning?

- Yeah.
- It's a really good club.

- It's, like, the best club.
- Yeah.

Okay, what is it?

Bowling club.

Bowling club. Yeah, so psyched.

Love the shoes. They're all slidey.

Strikes! You want to get a lot of those.

Pins...

are great.

Bowling club, huh? That's a... club.

And colleges love a niche activity.

Rutgers enrolls a ton of
underwater basket weavers.

I guess you're right.

Bowling? Good for you, Robertico.

Elena. I was excited to see

that you accelerated the
Student Rep sign-up process.

We already made pencils.

I look forward to being on
the campaign trail together.

Oh, no, I... I'm not running anymore.

Because of Patty Meltdown?

Bummer. It would've been nice
to have a worthy opponent.

But I guess an easy one will be fun too!

Vote for Rashmi.

Well, that was a bucket
of salt on an already gaping wound.

But just like any superhero,
Sasha knew just when to swoop in.

- Sasha, thank God you're here...
- My two favorite people!

This is for you, Sasha.

It's fake because pollen
makes my throat close up.

Thank you, Claude.

I got it to say break a leg
at musical auditions today.

I mean, don't actually. It's no picnic.

I've broken mine three times
'cause my bones are brittle.

Yeah, break a leg.

I didn't get you anything,

but that's because our friendship
isn't defined by things.

- What about your friendship bracelets?
- What about them?

Oh, my locker's this way.

Sasha, I'll miss you
every moment we're apart.

And, Elena, bye.

Isn't he amazing?

He's... I'm very happy for you.

He's so supportive about the musical,

even though it means we
can't hang out as much.

Rehearsals are every day after
school for four hours.

I hope I like whoever's in the cast,

because I'm going to be spending
all of my time with them.

Diary, if I joined Sasha's
thing, it would become our thing.

I should try out for the musical!

Oh, my goddess! Then I would be
spending all of my time with you!

Huh, yeah! Just you and me.

And whoever else tries out, because
they find a part for everyone.

In last year's production of Annies,
they had 13 dogcatchers.

Whoosh.

Okay, turn, turn. There you go.

Oh, turn... Turn a little. There you go.

Oh, Sam, did you need any help?

Are you sure you're going to be
all packed in the next few days?

This one box took you a week.

Well, that's just because this is
my first box of cornhole memorabilia.

Each item a memory.

Gabi you still have time to back out.

He's got more than one box
of cornhole memorabilia.

My new digs. We're doing it, Gab.

Oh, I know. I'm so excited, and so are
the kids, who, by the way, are thriving.

Mm-hmm. Elena, a young
leader. Bobby, a young bowler.

- What?
- Yeah,

he finally found something to
replace tennis. The bowling club.

Colleges love a niche activity.

You know, bowling was my
tenth birthday and my 32nd.

One of the teachers bowled in
the Olympics. He won the bronze.

After school, they convert the hallways
into fully functioning bowling alleys.

They even have middle
schoolers act as pin caddies.

Oh, no.

There's no bowling club.

- I think Bobby may have...
- Played us. Big time.

My son lied to me.

So, I mean, when was the last time
you actually used trigonometry?

- Hey.
- I don't think that's right.

You guys wanna get food? I hear the
truck is beta testing burger tots.

Half potato, half meat, all fried.

I wish I could, man.

Love a tot, but film club's having

a before-sunset screening
of Before Sunset.

And I gotta clean out the
spit valve of my bassoon.

I thought bassoons had
reeds, not spit valves.

Well, then what have I been
cleaning, and why is it so wet?

Liam, you're... you're free, right?

Actually, I've got environmental club.

Why?

Uh, technically, since
we all live on Earth,

we're all card-carrying
members of the environment.

Well, I joined because
my girlfriend's in it.

- Oh, nice. Oh!
- Yeah.

- Jada Collins-Frost?
- Yeah.

- That's what's up, man.
- Thanks dude.

- Whoa, why didn't you tell us?
- It just happened in fifth period.

I can't believe it's one
week into freshman year

and I know someone who has a girlfriend.

And you joined the same clubs,
so you'll be spending...

so much time together.

Yeah. Is it cool if she
hangs out with us on Friday?

Uh, doy.

She can come with us
to try the new tots.

Yes! I have so many questions for her

about what girls talk
about in the bathroom.

Yeah. Yeah, great.

That's... what's up.

Oh, come on.

Robertico!

Enjoying your bowling club?

Uh, yeah. Just... waiting
for the pin caddies to, uh...

finish converting the hallways.

Four hours of guaranteed
Sasha time per day?

Oh, my God.

I'd forget all about
Student Rep in no time.

Good afternoon, students, and
welcome to musical auditions!

You may applaud.

Oh.

I had a challenging and,
ultimately, liberating summer.

So from now on, you may
address me as Ms. Ortega.

And since I had some time on
my hands, I penned an original musical

about our hometown
entitled Glades of Glory.

The show will be narrated by
the character Julia Tuttle,

the only female founder of
a major American city, Miami.

Women are...

so strong.

Everyone will perform a
monologue and song from the show.

Here we go.

♪ Miami Glades! ♪

♪ Your trees grow thick
With ripened fruit ♪

♪ Miami Glades! ♪

♪ Your strip malls
burst with business too ♪

"Never heard of it? Well,
gather round, for the..."

"...tale of Miami Glades
is a rich and storied one."

"Let me tell you a few
things about our fair suburb

even Wikipedia doesn't know!"

♪ Miami Glades ♪

♪ How did you get to be
such a special place? ♪

♪ Such a glorious space I've almost... ♪

♪ Forgotten Brad's face ♪

"Some people may say I nagged him.

But is it really nagging when
you're just reminding the person

to do something they said they
would do but clearly forgot?"

- ♪ Miami Gla... ♪
- ♪ Glades! ♪

♪ Swansby put you on the... ♪

♪ Map for sure ♪

♪ Miami Glades! ♪

♪ But women kept
your heart so pure ♪

I mean, Bobby's
always been introverted,

but he's never outright
lied to my face before.

Or has he?

Oh, God.

If it helps, I used to lie to my parents
all the time as a teenager. I still do.

Okay, I can tell by your
face that this isn't helping.

Maybe this move-in is a bad idea.
If Bobby's not ready, we can wait.

Sam only moved in one box.

Gabi, it's fine. Bobby's just
going through a lot right now.

What do you mean? What do you know?

He just started high school, Gabi.

High school is a hot mess.

Hormones, crushes, Ms. Ruiz and her
impossible penmanship standards...

Not to mention a big
change in the household.

Cami, what am I doing?

Sam is not your problem.
But he may be a solution.

I like that part when you
said solution. Explain.

Maybe Sam could talk to Bobby,
make sure that he's doing okay.

You're not alone anymore.

There's about to be another
whole adult in the house.

Hey, check this out.

Sort of.

Thank you all for your patience.

As you know, the school requires
me to compromise my creative vision

by giving everyone a role,

so in no particular order
other than importance,

the role of Julia
Tuttle will be played by

Sasha Castillo.

Oh, my God! I'm the lead.

- Is this a dream?
- Let's check.

Pinch, pinch, beep, beep.
Are you awake or you asleep?

Ow!

- Yay.
- It's real! I'm so proud of you.

And lastly, tree number
two, Elena Cañero-Reed.

- Oh, mm-hmm, mm-hmm. -
Actually, it's Patty Meltdown.

- Don't listen to them.
- Flip, zip it.

But hearing the nickname
that encapsulated my failures

didn't even bother me

because I was about to
have so much Sasha time.

Uh, Julia Tuttle and Henry Flagler,
why don't you get up here...

Oh.

...so we can rehearse
"Railroad to My Soul."

Everyone else, hang tight
for the next three hours.

Don't be discouraged if Bobby
isn't forthcoming with information.

Just bond, have fun, and
then text me a full report.

Gabi.

Fine. Verbal report.

With Elena, if she's
not okay, she'll tell me.

Bobby doesn't tell me
anything, and now he lied.

I just wanna make sure he's okay.

I'm on it.

Okay.

- Okay.
- You boys have fun.

Oh, we will.

Boys' night in on three.

One, two, three, boys' night in!

Okay, we're gonna work on that.

- Okay, love you.
- Okay. Love you. Bye.

Careful now. You don't
want to become alligator food.

Thank you, Julia.

You're so young and
beautiful and thriving.

You've got a whole life ahead of you.

I should know. I'm older than dirt.

I thought the musical would be

the perfect wayto spend time with Sasha,

but guess what happens when one of you
is the lead and one of you is a tree.

Not a lot, Diary.

So I said, "Who needs a husband
when you have a project?"

Forget Brad. I am going to
found... the city of Miami.

Beautiful!

I only have 14 or 15 notes.

But let's skip ahead
to the top of act two.

For the remainder of the show, Julia
will narrate from her citrus grove.

So, trees, get on up there.

Sasha, why don't you stand in
between Adrienne and Patty Melt...

Sorry. Elena.

Okay. Great. Now tree.

Yes.

Okay, townspeople for "Orange
You Sorry for Breaking My Heart."

Wanna braid my hair?

Always.

I'd know that sneeze anywhere.

Bless you, Claude!

Attention, thespians.

Our citrus grove is expanding,

which is the opposite of
what happened in history.

Regardless, say hello
to tree number two.

I'm tree number two.

Right, sorry.

Say hello to tree number three!

Hi.

What are you doing here?

You're the lead.

I want to support you, and what better
way than being in your supporting cast?

I don't know, Claude.

It's a little late to be jumping
into such a complicated role.

Okay, so I'm out of scripts,
but the trees only have one line.

When the wind blows, say, "Whoosh!"

Oh, Claude, this is so romantic.

Elena, isn't this romantic?

I mean, you already had
plenty of support, but...

Okay, townspeople, let's
take it from the top, yes?

And remember, pathos.

It's like none of you have
ever had your heart broken

in the parking lot of
a Dairy Queen before.

- Honestly. Let's go.
- Okay.

Dang! My Vote-for-Rashmi pencil
keeps rolling away from me.

Hey, Patty Meltdown, can you grab it?

Thank you.

Farewell, fish sauce.
Sayonara, salsa. Ciao, chutney.

Dude, what are you doing?

So, freshman year, huh?

Yeah.

Lot of changes. A lot of feelings.

I guess.

I remember ninth grade.

My perm had relaxed... but I had not.

What?

Never mind.

Ooh, hey, can I have that change?
It could buy a lot of burger tots.

Oh, I love a tot, but I actually
need that for my laundry.

Wait, I guess I don't. Your
house has a washer-dryer.

I've been throwing
change in there for years.

Crazy that now I just don't need it.

So, can I have it?

Sure. Of course.

Hey, can you throw these empty
pizza boxes down the trash chute?

Trash chute?

Yeah, down the hall. It's
a little door in the wall.

You put your trash in it,
and boom, it's gone forever.

- Where does it go?
- I don't know.

That's cool.

I know.

It's awesome.

Hmm.

I think I'm gonna miss this place.

Diary, I know
theater is every man's medium,

but why did this man
have to join the play?

All I wanted was a few hours
after school with my best friend.

Was that too much to ask?

This is so cool. I
feel like Dave Franco.

Only handsomer.

Is there anything that you can't do?

Uh, eat a walnut.

Okay. Sasha, front and center.

Let's run through "Why Can't
Feminism Happen Already?"

Some would say I have it all,

an orange grove and a family.

But they don't know what I really crave

is sweet equality.

Look at our girl go.

Our girl?

- Whoo!
- You don't just get to claim her.

Sasha and I have been
BFFs since kindergarten,

and you can't just
sneeze your way in here

and steal her from me
when I need her most.

I never meant to steal Sasha.

Well, you did, okay?

Seventh grade is tough enough already.

I need my best friend.

Hey, I get it. I can go.

There was never supposed to
be a tree number three anyway.

♪ Why can't feminism happen
already It's my greatest wish ♪

♪ But it's a bummer
because of my gender ♪

♪ This desire will be dismissed ♪

Thing about this dent in the molding
was, I never really noticed it.

But if it wasn't there...

I think the whole
room would've felt off.

Goodbye, dent.

Hey, a dog barking.
Bet you won't miss that.

Wait for it.

- Quiet down, Luigi.
- Quiet down, Luigi.

It's like clockwork. Every day.

Ugh, I'm being ridiculous.
It's just an apartment.

No, I get it.

My friends said it's "just tennis,"
and they, like, all moved on.

Well, that sounds hard.

Yeah, it sucks. Actually,
it, like... double sucks.

Sorry, you don't want
to hear about all this.

No, no. Listen, get it
out. No rules for BNI.

Boys' night in.

I got a freezer full of Choco Tacos

that I promised your mom
wouldn't move in with me.

Sounds good.

So, I figured I can quiz you on
your lines every day before school.

So that way, by the time we
get to rehearsal, we're golden.

Then we can spend even
more time together.

That sounds great.

Um, do you know why Claude left early?

Oh, no. He quit the play.

Oh, no.

Yeah. He said that the spotlights
were too harsh on his skin.

His gentle, gentle skin.

That's a believable reason. But hey!

That means we can spend some
time together. Just you and me.

Yeah. I know I've been a little
Claude crazy lately.

Oh, I hadn't even noticed.

Really? We've been sharing
one hoodie all week.

Well, I kinda noticed.

But it's not like I want
to share that hoodie.

That's too many bodies for one hoodie.

It's just... We had seventh
grade all planned out, and then...

Whoosh.

Hey! You've been practicing
your line. It sounds good.

And I know. It all
just happened so fast.

You have a boyfriend.

Oh, my God. I know, right?

And I was just so excited for
the three of us to hang out.

You and Claude are the two most
important people in my life.

Well, other than my
mom and Skyler Zaxton.

Oh, well. I guess
he's not doing the play.

Stupid spotlight.

I just saw this year going a certain
way, and now I feel like I have nothing.

You know, when I moved in
here, I was a bit of a mess.

I know you see me as
this cool, together guy.

Sure, let's go with that.

But back then, I was fresh out of
a divorce. I'd never lived alone.

I was eating nothing but Sambled eggs.

Couldn't even do a single
pull-up. It was rough.

Thought you said you were
gonna miss this place.

I am. This apartment became
my personal growth palace.

I picked myself up,
figured out who I was,

learned how to do one
and a half pull-ups.

And then I met your mom.

It's gonna be hard
to say goodbye, but...

I am so excited about
what's on the other side.

Moving in with all of you.

Yeah. I mean... helps when you
know what's on the other side.

But I didn't always.

Look at freshman year like
your own personal growth palace,

and just be open to
whatever's on the other side.

Yeah. Okay.

But I'm never saying the
words "personal growth palace."

- Self-care crib?
- No.

- Namaste nest?
- Stop.

So I asked the doctor, "How
long was I actually dead for?"

And she said, "Legally or medically?"

Are you even listening to me?

Yeah, yeah. You're a ghost.

I just hope Bobby's having a good time.

Ooh, it's Bobby.

- Hi.
- Hey, uh, can I stay at Sam's tonight?

Oh, yeah? So you're having fun?

Yeah, I mean, we still
have a lot of packing to do.

We got a little behind throwing
stuff down the trash chute.

Plus, we're in the middle of our
pull-up contest. It's one to one.

New rule... your feet
can touch the ground.

Oh, of course, Robertico.

I'm just so happy that you
and Sam are having a good time.

Yeah, things are pretty good.

I love you.

Mmm, sounds like all
that worry was worth it.

Hi, Claude.

Did Sasha buy my excuse? Spotlights
are actually fine for my skin.

So is scented detergent,
believe it or not.

Claude, I'm sorry. Can you come back?

We can't have the play
without tree number three.

That's not true.

Yeah, Ms. Ortega didn't
even notice you were gone.

I'm sorry I got mad you were spending so
much time with Sasha. That wasn't fair.

That's okay.

I know you've been having a tough time
with all your dreams being dead and all.

Yes. And usually, when I'm
really sad, I turn to Sasha.

I get it. I do the
same thing with Wuffie.

My security blanket.

- Well, that's not really the same.
- Say no more.

When things get scary, which is often,

as I'm allergic to both
sunscreen and the sun,

Wuffie's there to help me
take my mind off my problems.

Again, very different.

He's my port in the storm,
my light in the dark, my...

Chocolate chip in an
otherwise oatmeal cookie?

I've never tasted
chocolate, but exactly.

Diary, I guess I was hiding
from my problems instead of facing them.

Now, that was the one.

You know, sometimes it's
okay to rely on other people.

Second place.

But it's also important to
be able to rely on yourself.

Because, Diary, that's
how you move forward.

Seventh grade did not start out
exactly how I thought it would,

but maybe that wasn't
the end of the world.

So what if my plans are out the window?

Maybe surprises were what
this year was all about.

For dinner?

Sam, just because you
call them night eggs,

doesn't mean they're not breakfast.

Yes, I'm picking Elena up right now.

Yeah.

Seventh grade seems to suit her.

Sam, hold on a sec.

Has Elena mentioned anything
about a new nickname,

or about not running
for Student Rep, or...

...anything at all?

Whoo!

Ha!

♪ Why can't feminism happen already? ♪

♪ It's my greatest wish ♪

♪ But it's a bummer
because of my gender ♪

♪ This desire will be dismissed ♪