Authors Note: I wrote this for my folio in English at school. It's been marked and whatnot, so I thought I'd share it.
This is in script form, just FYI.
Setting: The reception area of a doctor's surgery. To one side, there is a desk with a computer and papers stacked neatly. There is a receptionist seated behind the desk. The room is full of people, some who are sporting bandages, and many are reading magazines. A non-bandaged teenage girl is sitting using her mobile phone. A tall, thin, business-like woman enters and sees the only seat left is next to the teen. She takes it.
List of characters:
RECEPTIONIST: Early twenties, hair in a tidy ponytail, dressed in white shirt, business skirt and heels.
JESSICA: Late thirties, hair in neat bun, dressed in business suit and heels.
FERN: 15-17, straightened hair is out, dressed in jeans and a loose hoodie.
MAN: In his forties, wearing a flannelette shirt, jeans and boots.
RECEPTIONIST: (Cheerily, to the woman) Won't be a moment.
JESSICA: (Looks around the packed room sceptically) Thankyou. (Looks for something to read, sees that everything is taken. The receptionist heads to desk and sits.)
FERN: Oh, dammit!
JESSICA: (Surprised) Are you alright?
FERN: Huh? (Looks up) Oh, my phone's gone flat.
JESSICA: I see.
(There is an uncomfortable silence. The teen starts to tap her fingers on the armrest of her chair.)
FERN: I'm Fern. (Grinning widely)
JESSICA: (Cautiously) Jessica.
FERN: (Shaking head) No, Fern. (As if talking to a child) F.E.R.N. Fern.
JESSICA: (Frowning) No, my name is Jessica.
FERN: Oh, sorry. (Laughs loudly) Dad always says I need to, like, listen more. I'm waiting for him.
JESSICA: (Not interested) Really?
FERN: Yeah, (Not realising Jessica's disinterest) he, like, cut his hand open cooking. (Gives a short laugh)
JESSICA: (Sounding bored) How interesting.
(Jessica looks at Fern tapping her fingers, and the teen notices)
FERN: Oh, sorry. (Clasps hands together in lap) I can't help it. I, like, hate sitting still. My family calls me Twitch.
(The woman nods and looks around. Fern begins to kick the leg of her chair.)
JESSICA: (Slightly irritated) Could you please not?
FERN: Sorry. (She crosses her ankles under her chair)
(There is a pause, and Jessica looks at Fern, who has started to rock from side to side.)
JESSICA: (Exasperated) Is there something wrong with you?
FERN: What? (Looks up at the woman innocently)
JESSICA: Can't you just sit still?
FERN: Nope, can't. Not being difficult, (Shrugs) just can't.
JESSICA: (Angrily) Why not?
FERN: I told you, I just can't. That's why I was texting. So I wouldn't, like, twitch.
(Jessica rolls her eyes and turns away. The teen starts clicking her fingers.)
JESSICA: Would you stop that! (Glares angrily at her)
(The receptionist looks up, curious, and walks over, heels clicking on the floor.)
RECEPTIONIST: Is there a problem?
JESSICA: YES. (Sounding relieved) Would you please stop her from being so annoying? (The receptionist gives her a bland look.) And… and she's even BREATHING loudly.
RECEPTIONIST: I'm sorry?
JESSICA: She won't stop making noises and she won't sit still! Could you PLEASE stop her moving!
FERN: (Smiling amusedly) Ha, nope.
JESSICA: (Turns to glare at the teen.) Shut up, will you?
(Other patients in the room are starting to glare at the woman.)
RECEPTIONIST: Excuse me, Ma'am (Taps Jessica's shoulder), but you'll have to go if you don't pipe down.
JESSICA: Pipe down?
(The teenager switches to drumming on her knees)
JESSICA: Oh my God! (Standing up, she looms over the girl) STOP THAT!
RECEPTIONIST: (Sighs) Ma'am, would you please leave?
(The woman turns on the receptionist, who points firmly offstage. Jessica looks shocked, then angry.)
JESSICA: WHAT? It took me an hour to drive here, and I've been waiting for 45 minutes, because I actually trust the doctor. I'm only here because I have a migraine! My head is pounding, I feel nauseous and I shouldn't have to put up with this!
RECEPTIONIST: Well, for one, no one else has made this much fuss, and secondly, if you have a migraine…
FERN: (Cutting in) Why don't you stop yelling? (Grins smugly)
JESSICA: Would you just…!
RECEPTIONIST: Ma'am, leave. (Woman glares at her) NOW. (Points offstage again)
JESSICA: Fine! I'll find some other GP! (She storms offstage)
(The receptionist stares at Fern for a moment, hands on hips. Fern continues to drum on her knees quietly, staring back. After a quiet moment, a man with a bandaged hand enters.)
MAN: Come on, Fern.
(The teen jumps up and heads over to him with a smirk.)
RECEPTIONIST: You should leave Twitch at home next time, Dad. I work here y'know.
MAN: (Smiles) Sorry, love. (Turns to Fern and ruffles her hair) Come on, you.
FERN: (In a sing-song voice) See you tonight, Callie!
RECEPTIONIST: (Rolls eyes) Later, Twitch.