Emily Fields

- Mom, this is Samara Cooke. - Hi, Samara. Pam Fields.

Yeah, there's plenty of time for that.

Relax.

She is totally stoked, and so am I.

- Right, so I don't-- - Samara, would you like to come?

Em, you and I should probably take a tour of Danby...

I can't believe that it's gone.

- How you holding up? - Great.

You know, that's the first thing I remember asking for for Christmas.

From your mom, like everybody else at the pool.

- Congratulations. - The field was kind of weak.

How'd you hear about that?

What's wrong?

- Mom-- - I know inviting your other friends...

Hey, you.

No, they were good, but you were better.

Why don't we have a celebration tonight?

...we made some scrapbooks like this when I was a kid...

If I'm there and the truth slips out, your mom won't get so angry.

At least you got your money back.

Okay, though I feel like I just postponed the inevitable.

...isn't a good idea right now.

I wouldn't get locked into Danby.

Who sent these?

Since I got that fake scholarship letter, my mom thinks I can do no wrong.