Screenplay Assignment
Scene I
Kyra: [This room is so exquisitely dull. Everything is beige, the lamp, the rug, the carpet even the couch is beige. All the same shade too. Everything blends in; it’s as if nothing is here. I’m not even here. My God, I’m beige. I’m a bland ugly beige wall. I’m…]
Doctor: What are you thinking?
Kyra: [How dare you interrupt my thoughts you old wrinkly pig.] I’m thinking about white fluffy bunnies with pink noses.
Doctor: Really now? I was just thinking about how damn beige this room is. It really needs some color. Any suggestions?
Kyra: [I hate you.] Actually I rather like beige. It invokes thought and gives the illusion of a scholar. [You are so full of shit.]
Doctor: You are so full of shit.
Kyra: [I am so tired of this] Stop doing that!
Doctor: [innocently] Doing what?
Kyra: Saying what I am thinking.
Doctor: So why don’t you say what you’re thinking?
Kyra: Because it’s none of your damn business.
Doctor: [grinning evilly] On the contrary everything about you is my business. You forget me petite that you are stuck here until I see fit to allow you to be released. And that could be a very long time from now.
His laugh throughout the room. The beige started to melt off the walls and cover her from head to toe, consuming her, suffocating her, killing her.
Kyra: [Run, run I have to run away! I can’t move! I’m stuck! Help!]
Scene II
Charles: [I wonder where she is now…]
Francesco: You C!
Charles: [F***! I’m not in the mood Francesco] Yo Francesco, my man! What’s poppin’? Hey how’d it go with your lady last night? [As if I care you bastard. You’re the reason I’m without mine right now]
Francesco: [cocky grin] Just another bee in the hive, homez you know how it is.
Charles: [No, I don’t and you know it. Just smile, just smile, just smile. We’ll get him soon just smile, just smile.]
Scene III
Francesco: How they treating you babe?
Kyra: [Horrible! They drug me and write false reports about me. I’m not crazy I swear it! I didn’t hurt anyone! Please you’ve got to help me!] Great, everyone is really nice. I’m starting to get a lot better.
Francesco: Any word on when you’ll be getting out? I miss you so bad.
Kyra: [God he’s so wonderful] I miss you, too. [I’ll never get out of here] And I should be getting out really soon.
Francesco: Oh, I’m so glad.
The computer interrupts their meeting. Its robotic voice rings out end of all sessions.
Francesco: [Well I can’t have her getting out anytime soon. If she gets out, unmediated then she could ruin everything. I’ve only got one way to stop that.]
He picks up his cell phone and speed dials a number.
Francesco: Hey Doc. We got to do something here….
Kyra: [I wonder how C is…]
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Independent Writing #5 (part three of three)
The final part of my long, twisted story.
It wasn’t as hard for him. I could tell, at least I thought I could tell. He always seemed so happy afterwards. We never talked about it again, never even hinted at it. I think that’s what really killed us. That’s why we stopped talking. It hurt me to be so distant from him that I had to stop it. I had to pull away completely.
He didn’t understand. He was so hurt. Why did I pull away? Why was I ignoring him? I was too scared, too weak to explain. So I ran. I ran away and avoided him. March 13th. That was the last time I saw him, heard him, and touched him.
I thought about him all the time. Jon was getting sick of me crying and talking about him. Whenever I saw him he’d continue his futile pursuit of me and my heart. Soon he wanted nothing to do with me. I was a “tease” to him. Obviously telling him about my feelings for his best friend was teasing him.
I was left completely alone. My grades declined and I eventually got kicked out of school for being a frickin’ idiot.
I finally got Jon to talk to me. He knew I needed him. After we started to get comfortable with each other I asked him about Chuck. How was he? What was he doing? Did he ever talk about me?
Apparently I had missed a lot. Jon hadn’t talked to him in almost a month (compared to my three). Last he heard Chuck had been kicked out of his house and was living under a tree on Main Street in Danbury. I looked for him for weeks. I couldn’t find him.
Finally Jon called me saying he had found him. July 1st. He was gone. And I had never told him the truth. And although I’m sure he knows now it still kills me that I couldn’t do it myself.
After his death Jon confessed something to me. The night that Chuck had kissed me, he hadn’t really said those awful things. On the contrary Chuck had told him that he was starting to have strong feelings for me but was too scared of rejection and made Jon promise not to tell me.
Keeping a promise to my friends is the most important thing to me. I will never betray that trust, with few exceptions. If keeping a promise to my friend means keeping them unhappy I will break that promise in a second. If a promise is keeping to of my best friends apart and all they want is to be together, f*** that promise.
I learned a lot about myself thanks to Chuck.
I miss him.
The final part of my long, twisted story.
It wasn’t as hard for him. I could tell, at least I thought I could tell. He always seemed so happy afterwards. We never talked about it again, never even hinted at it. I think that’s what really killed us. That’s why we stopped talking. It hurt me to be so distant from him that I had to stop it. I had to pull away completely.
He didn’t understand. He was so hurt. Why did I pull away? Why was I ignoring him? I was too scared, too weak to explain. So I ran. I ran away and avoided him. March 13th. That was the last time I saw him, heard him, and touched him.
I thought about him all the time. Jon was getting sick of me crying and talking about him. Whenever I saw him he’d continue his futile pursuit of me and my heart. Soon he wanted nothing to do with me. I was a “tease” to him. Obviously telling him about my feelings for his best friend was teasing him.
I was left completely alone. My grades declined and I eventually got kicked out of school for being a frickin’ idiot.
I finally got Jon to talk to me. He knew I needed him. After we started to get comfortable with each other I asked him about Chuck. How was he? What was he doing? Did he ever talk about me?
Apparently I had missed a lot. Jon hadn’t talked to him in almost a month (compared to my three). Last he heard Chuck had been kicked out of his house and was living under a tree on Main Street in Danbury. I looked for him for weeks. I couldn’t find him.
Finally Jon called me saying he had found him. July 1st. He was gone. And I had never told him the truth. And although I’m sure he knows now it still kills me that I couldn’t do it myself.
After his death Jon confessed something to me. The night that Chuck had kissed me, he hadn’t really said those awful things. On the contrary Chuck had told him that he was starting to have strong feelings for me but was too scared of rejection and made Jon promise not to tell me.
Keeping a promise to my friends is the most important thing to me. I will never betray that trust, with few exceptions. If keeping a promise to my friend means keeping them unhappy I will break that promise in a second. If a promise is keeping to of my best friends apart and all they want is to be together, f*** that promise.
I learned a lot about myself thanks to Chuck.
I miss him.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Independent Writing #4 (part two of three)
Just a continuation of the prior. Nothing else I can say.
I guess he cared more than he said he did, Jon that is. It had always been him that I called every night to talk to and, eventually, fall asleep to. Now it was Chuck, his best friend. I guess I just didn’t understand the depth of the betrayal.
One night Chuck wasn’t answering the phone and I really needed him. I still wasn’t healed from the hurt Sean lovingly bestowed upon me and had just discovered that he had a girlfriend. One whom he had a picture of them making out on his myspace. He posted it shamelessly with no consideration for my feelings. To make matters worse, he blew me off on my birthday to go out with her and then LIED to me about it.
So I called Jon instead. He happened to be on the other line with his friend Frankie.
Now Frankie is nothing at all like Chuck. He was a “hit it and quit it” guy. Which, of course, Jon just happened to fail to tell me. Once again Jon connected our calls, thinking Frankie would help me. Didn’t he learn the first time?
Being a fragile, desperate little girl, Frankie saw an easy target and quickly began to flirt with me. It didn’t take long for me to begin to imagine us together. He got my number from Jon the nest day and called me immediately. He knew what he wanted and knew how to get it and went for it.
After awhile Chuck started to disappear from my mind. He’d call me as usual but I’d be on the phone with Frankie and would blow him off telling him I’d call him back later, and than never did. He stopped calling after awhile.
It went on for months. I was becoming increasingly depressed because he still hadn’t asked me out. I called Chuck. I needed him.
He refused to talk to me at first, saying I had dug myself into this hole and only I could dig myself out. But being the kind person he was he couldn’t leave me out in the cold for long.
I disconnected myself from Frankie and began to put my life and heart back together. I saw Chuck all the time. He was, at the risk of being cliché, my knight in shining armor. But still I thought us to be friends and nothing more, though I wanted more. I was still afraid. Afraid to let him know how I really felt. I never thought that he could feel the same. Until he kissed me.
We all met up at the movies, me, Chuck, Jon, Eli, Bree, and Gabie. We walked to Jon’s house about a 15 minute walk. While we walking he wrapped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close, saying he heard me shivering. Soon we fell in step behind the group. He stopped walking which stopped me. I turned to him to ask what was the matter. Instead of answering he looked at me for what seemed like hours, leaned in and connected. I was in heaven.
Until the next morning.
Jon called me with a story about how Chuck said that he would get me into bed before the month was out. I never cried so hard in my life. But he was still my best friend so I called him saying we should be friends, no more, no less.
He agreed.
Just a continuation of the prior. Nothing else I can say.
I guess he cared more than he said he did, Jon that is. It had always been him that I called every night to talk to and, eventually, fall asleep to. Now it was Chuck, his best friend. I guess I just didn’t understand the depth of the betrayal.
One night Chuck wasn’t answering the phone and I really needed him. I still wasn’t healed from the hurt Sean lovingly bestowed upon me and had just discovered that he had a girlfriend. One whom he had a picture of them making out on his myspace. He posted it shamelessly with no consideration for my feelings. To make matters worse, he blew me off on my birthday to go out with her and then LIED to me about it.
So I called Jon instead. He happened to be on the other line with his friend Frankie.
Now Frankie is nothing at all like Chuck. He was a “hit it and quit it” guy. Which, of course, Jon just happened to fail to tell me. Once again Jon connected our calls, thinking Frankie would help me. Didn’t he learn the first time?
Being a fragile, desperate little girl, Frankie saw an easy target and quickly began to flirt with me. It didn’t take long for me to begin to imagine us together. He got my number from Jon the nest day and called me immediately. He knew what he wanted and knew how to get it and went for it.
After awhile Chuck started to disappear from my mind. He’d call me as usual but I’d be on the phone with Frankie and would blow him off telling him I’d call him back later, and than never did. He stopped calling after awhile.
It went on for months. I was becoming increasingly depressed because he still hadn’t asked me out. I called Chuck. I needed him.
He refused to talk to me at first, saying I had dug myself into this hole and only I could dig myself out. But being the kind person he was he couldn’t leave me out in the cold for long.
I disconnected myself from Frankie and began to put my life and heart back together. I saw Chuck all the time. He was, at the risk of being cliché, my knight in shining armor. But still I thought us to be friends and nothing more, though I wanted more. I was still afraid. Afraid to let him know how I really felt. I never thought that he could feel the same. Until he kissed me.
We all met up at the movies, me, Chuck, Jon, Eli, Bree, and Gabie. We walked to Jon’s house about a 15 minute walk. While we walking he wrapped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close, saying he heard me shivering. Soon we fell in step behind the group. He stopped walking which stopped me. I turned to him to ask what was the matter. Instead of answering he looked at me for what seemed like hours, leaned in and connected. I was in heaven.
Until the next morning.
Jon called me with a story about how Chuck said that he would get me into bed before the month was out. I never cried so hard in my life. But he was still my best friend so I called him saying we should be friends, no more, no less.
He agreed.
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