Months pass, days fly by, seconds tick themselves away, but you will never be as old or as young as you are at this very second. In two thousand and thirteen, when the last of the founding members of the McKinley High School glee club were handed their diplomas, something—an aura of sorts—floated through the halls of the school and out the front door, only to disappear into the thick summer air.
The year is two thousand and forty three, thirty years since then, and now that the children of the—let’s call them the Originals—are darting around the halls of WMHS…who knows, maybe they’ll be able to bring back the something that deserted the school back when their parents were graduating. The principal believes it to be hope, others know nothing of the aura, and the young men and women it followed out into the open can only say that they’ve never lost their drive to live life to the fullest. Let’s hope their children strive to be the same.