Timmy and the School Bully

March 17th, 2008 at 7:57 am (Old, Scene)

Timmy:
Dad?

Dad:
Yes Timmy?

T:
Can I ask you a question?

D:
Of course Tim! Why don’t you sit down and tell dear ole dad what’s on your mind.

T:
Okay… um… Well it’s like this dad; I’m at school, right? I’m there every day; I do my homework, get good grades…

D:
Yes Timmy, and your mother and I are very proud of you.

T:
Golly, thanks, but stuff has been happening lately…

D:
Timothy, are you causing trouble at school?

T:
Heck no! I mean, shucks, you know I’d never cause any problems like that dad.

D:
You’re right Timbo, I was just kidding, I know you’re too bland for that.

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Cinema

February 13th, 2008 at 8:39 am (College Work, Old, Scene)

The scene opens with two teenagers, a boy and a girl, sitting on the back row of a movie theatre. The pair are seated closely together on two ratty, fairly nondescript red movie theatre chairs. The armrests of the chairs have been lifted up, allowing the two to sit directly next to each other.

Johnny sits to the right. Unkempt hair characterizes a generally messy nature befitting a young man of some 16 years of age. He sits initially with one arm around the shoulder of his date. A soda sits on the far armrest, a large container of popcorn rests in his lap.

Sarah sits to the left. Curled up against Johnny. Well and neatly dressed, absorbed in the movie on the screen as she quietly helps herself to small handfuls of popcorn. Sarah seems, on first impression, no more or no less mature and aged than Johnny.

(Johnny slips his arm around Sarah’s shoulders, lightly toying with her hair)

SARAH
(Whispering)

Johnny, stop it.

JOHNNY

Stop what? You have nice hair. Soft hair, I like your shampoo. It smells like peaches.

SARAH
(Taking a hold of Johnny’s hand)

Strawberries…

JOHNNY
Fresh-picked, soft, fuzzy peaches. I love peaches.

SARAH
Straw. Berries. Johnny, strawberries.

JOHNNY
What was that sweetie?

SARAH
It smells like strawberries you dope.

JOHNNY
Maybe to you it does, but from where I’m sitting, it smells like fresh peaches.

(Playfully nuzzling Sarah’s hair)

I’ve always loved your shampoo. In class and stuff, when you walk by, you always smell so sweet.

SARAH
You have no idea what you’re talking about. Please, let’s watch the movie.

JOHNNY
Every day, 3rd hour and I get to sit right behind you. It’s like, what I associate my day with, and stuff. You and peaches. It’s kind of what attracted me to you in the first place.

SARAH
(A little too loudly)

It’s a new shampoo!

(Sighing, blushing and looking around, afraid of attracting attention)

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