Ext. Schoolyard – After School
(Voice-over and the action are happening simultaneously)
If the past few months of my life were a screenplay, then the feature film would be one starring best friends, anti-heroes, dreamers, hopeless romantics, and, most of all, the varying aspects of us.
Bridget is seen walking past the fence, some distance away from the others, and rifling through a journal or notebook of some sort.
She looks around, and finds something in the distance that gets her attention.
(At the words "Instead, I'd like to show you," the following action unfolds)
Meredith and Abigail are studying together at a picnic table. ("Best friends"
Nico and Felix join them. ("Anti-heroes, dreamers")
Simon runs to the group from the other side of the schoolyard. ("Hopeless romantics and, most of all, the varying aspects of us")
(End of voice-over)
The boys goof around at the table, distracting the girls.
Abigail and Meredith defend themselves, trying not to laugh.
Stop being such a pest, Felix! We have homework.
But tomorrow is spring break. You have more than two weeks to finish.
(Opening Credits begin: The Varying Aspects of Us, an independent film directed by Erica ********, written by Julia *** and starring so-and-so)
(Some more inaudible dialogue)
You guys want to get out of here?
After reaching a consensus, the group gets up from the table,
leaving school property.
She's over there.
Hey, Bridge! We're leaving- are you coming or not?
Bridget runs to catch up with them.
Her friends see her, and wait for her to reach them.
Everyone walks done the street together-
Felix and Simon jaywalk, Abigail and Meredith exchange inside jokes,
Nico makes wild hand gestures as he speaks.
(Opening Credits end)
(To BRIDGET, pulling her aside, a murmur)
He's been calling me again. What should I do?
BRIDGET wrinkles her brow, unsure.
MEREDITH looks through her agenda, occasionally marking things with a pen.
If I do well on the poetry assignment, it could really improve my English grade. I sure need that A.
I really don't get the point of that stupid project. C'mon, how much of an actual story can you fit into a single poem?
Exactly. It's like we're supposed to ramble about sunsets and our inner feelings until we run out of words that rhyme.
I think it's kind of cool, to reveal the truth about your identity through something abstract like poetry.
...a study on abstraction and identity through the truth of poetry...
The truth of our varying aspects, like love, friendship, humor—
...fried chicken, sushi, and chocolate chip cookies... sorry, I'm just really hungry right now. It's been a long day.
I didn't mean to interrupt you, Bridge. What were you saying?
No, it's alright. I was starting to get sentimental anyway. Carried away by spring fever I guess.
SIMON receives a text message.
Speaking of sentimental, what does your sexy college girlfriend have to say to you now?
(Reading the text out loud)
Simon, when are you getting home today? Don't forget to pick up your sister from her music lesson. Love, Mom.
Felix, you make your own life so awkward.
Ext. A Parking Lot- Day
The adolescent coterie enjoys snacks and bottled drinks by the dumpster in the Walgreens parking lot. The boys and Bridget are perfectly at home, while Abigail and Meredith look uncomfortable, even somewhat appalled.
I thought the high school experience would be different from this. Not that I'm complaining about the gourmet meal, pleasant scenery, or choice company.
Or the lectures and well-intentioned advice from adults who think they know us.
Yeah, it's not like we're all sex-crazed, alcoholic drug addicts.
Only some of us, and that's just on weekends, right?
An adult passes by, glancing at them with suspicion.
True to his forgiving nature, Felix gives him/her a nod and a friendly wink.
Way to make us look real good, boys. Some of us actually have plans for the future.
No way! Like graduating from high school and getting a job?
And guess what? I might even go to college, so MTV can stuff it!
(Uncomfortable with the subject matter and level of sarcasm)
You guys, that's really not what I meant.
Not really what I meant either.
Then... what did you mean?
I'm just tired of the wandering and stereotypical angst—
—And loitering around parking lots like street rats—
Hey, I actually like that.
All the other kids do it.
But it's sketchy!
It's not sketchy if everyone else is doing it!
Next time I need someone with seriously flawed logic to defend my point of view, I'll let you know.