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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 3:35 pm
http://tinyurl.com/bartholomewoscriptEXT. SCHOOL GROUNDS - MIDDAY (Dismissal bell rings as students crowds the school ground. Chattering. A student riding a skateboard skates his way through the crowd. He stops at a closed classroom. In-front of the classroom, another student leans on the wall. Probably waiting for someone. The first student stops skating after a wheel rolls out. He picks it up and inspects it and smiles. The second student walks towards the first student.) (Second student speak in an uninterested tone.) BRANDT: Hey Kyle. Why does that always break? (First student inserts the wheel on his pocket.) (KYLE and BRANDT starts walking.) KYLE: I don't know, Brandt. I really should get this thing fixed or returned. It's only been half a year since I got this. BRANDT: Pretty cheap board then, huh? (BRANDT points at the skateboard, which KYLE holds with his left hand.) BRANDT: How much did it cost you? (KYLE takes a look at his board and thinks for a moment. Unsure on how much it costs.) KYLE: Probably $40. BRANDT: A decent board then. KYLE: Maybe it's just me because I use it everyday. BRANDT: Oh. So, how's basketball practice. I heard next week's game is going to a challenge since you're against The Turtles. (KYLE snickers.) KYLE: The name's ironic, huh? Why call them Turtles when they are swift and... (KYLE stops to think of a word that describes The Turtles.) KYLE: ...fast. BRANDT: I don't know. The sport is pointless anyways. (KYLE stops and opens his backpack.) (He takes out a basketball and holds it with his right hand.) KYLE: You call basketball lame? BRANDT: I really didn't say "lame", more like "boring". You just have to stand in the right angle and shoot it before the opposing team snatches it away from you. (KYLE tosses the basketball at BRANDT, which he barely catches.) KYLE: Maybe because you can't catch a ball. BRANDT: Yes, I could. Did you just see me catch this? KYLE: Just admit that you can't play the sport instead of trash talking it. BRANDT: I am not trash talking about the sport. I was just stating my opinion. KYLE: Well, your opinion sucks. BRANDT: Well, I'm sorry for not being the Kyle Sevilla. Redwood's most valuable basketball player. (Two girls brushes past by KYLE and BRANDT. The girls wave at him and stops in-front of the guys. KYLE and BRANDT stops.) GIRL #1: Hey Kyle. KYLE: Hey, Roxanne. GIRL # 2: I heard that you are going against The Turtles next week. KYLE: I've also heard that. GIRL #2: Beat them hard! Make them cry! Daniel is in that team! KYLE: Daniel? GIRL #2: My ex-boyfriend. He broke up with me for no reason. I'm Sapphire by the way. (SAPPHIRE raises her hand to shake KYLE.) (KYLE shakes SAPPHIRE's hand.) KYLE: Nice to meet you, Sapphire. I'm Kyle. SAPPHIRE: I know. ROXANNE: Hey, Sapphire. We are going to be late to Mr. Macabee's class. If we are, he is going to explode. (KYLE smiles.) ROXANNE: Nice chatting with you, Kyle. See you tomorrow. (ROXANNE and SAPPHIRE waves at KYLE and walks away.) (KYLE turns to BRANDT, who was trying to spin the basketball with one finger. The ball bounces off to the ground.) KYLE: Hard, isn't it. Toss me the ball. (BRANDT picks the ball and tosses it to KYLE. The ball lands halfway between them.) KYLE: Wow. What a throw. No wonder you didn't make it into the girl's basketball team. (KYLE smiles and walks away.) (Class bell rings)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 3:36 pm
INT. CLASSROOM - MIDDAY
(The wall clock is shown. 2:10 PM. Teacher's voice is heard as she calls for RONNICK.)
(RONNICK is shown sleeping. His head buried under his arms facing down. KYLE sits next to him.)
(KYLE whispers to him. Still sleeping.)
(THE TEACHER stands impatiently.)
(KYLE calls his name one more time. Still no answer.)
(KYLE punches his right shoulder which startles him and sits upright. He glances around and sees the students glaring at him, smiling and chattering.)
TEACHER: So, Ronnick? What's the answer?
(RONNICK blankly stares at the teacher and looks around.)
(RONNICK hears KYLE whisper "The French Revolution" )
(RONNICK proudly said the answer.)
RONNICk: The French Revolution, Ms. Eagles.
MS. EAGLES: So, the answer to this equation...
(MS. EAGLES points to an equation on the board that says "Solve using Quadratic Equation. x^2 + 2x - 8 = 0" )
MS. EAGLES: is the French Revolution?
(The room fills with boisterous laughter as RONNICK sits awkwardly.)
(RONNICK stares angrily at KYLE which waves at him and smiles.)
(The clock strikes 2:15 PM and the dismissal bell rings.)
MS. EAGLES: Okay, class. Don't forget about the benchmark tomorrow. Ronnick, we have to talk for a moment.
(RONNICK grabs his backpack and stands next to MS. EAGLE's desk and waits for her to sit.)
(KYLE speedwalks out the classroom, glancing at RONNICK who raises his fist and shakes it.)
EXT. SCHOOL GROUND - MIDDAY
(KYLE walks past the students with his skateboard on his left hand. He meets up with BRANDT in the same spot they met earlier.)
BRANDT: Hey, Kyle.
KYLE: 'Sup, Brandt.
(KYLE and BRANDT starts to walk again.)
KYLE: I just noticed, why is that classroom never open?
BRANDT: Oh, I heard this spooky story about what happened in that classroom in the 1980's.
KYLE: Tell me.
BRANDT: Okay.
(BRANDT exhales.)
BRANDT: In around 1982, a student named Bartholomew was trapped in that classroom after his teacher left to get something. Then, somehow, he cannot escape because the door was jammed.
KYLE: I'm listening.
BRANDT: Then, he died there. The police never found a body of anyone anywhere in that classroom. So, they decided to close it up until they find something.
KYLE: Spooky so far.
BRANDT: And legend says that the restless soul of Bartholomew still haunts that classroom and whoever dares to enter the forbidden place, but I don't think that's true.
KYLE: I say let's go check it out. I mean, what do you got to lose.
BRANDT: You serious? I'm in.
KYLE: Cool. Meet me in-front of the classroom at five PM.
BRANDT: Sure. It's my usual spot anyways.
(KYLE laughs.)
KYLE: So, Imma go shoot some hoops against some Freshmen.
BRANDT: I'll just go with you and watch the entire game.
KYLE: You sure?
BRANDT: You want some company or what?
KYLE: Fine. Geez.
(KYLE and BRANDT walks towards the basketball courts where a group of Freshmen are playing a small game.)
(KYLE drops his belongings on one side and jogs towards the game.)
KYLE: Yo, yo. Mind if I join?
Guy #1: No problem. You'll be in Gerald's team.
KYLE: Gerald?
GERALD: I'm here, buddy.
(GERALD, 14, looks more like a Junior that a Freshmen. He is covered in sweat as he blocks an opponents player from stealing the ball.)
KYLE: You're-you're a Freshman?
GERALD: What's that suppose to mean?
(Meanwhile, on the other side of the court, BRANDT places his belongings down as KYLE and GERALD are having a small argument. BRANDT can faintly hear them argue.)
KYLE: (Faintly) I didn't mean it that way.
GERALD: Then, what was that suppose to mean, huh? Tell me.
KYLE: I was just shocked for a moment of how tall you are. No biggy. Be cool.
GERALD: No, you be cool, you weirdo. How dare you disrupt our game and call me gigantic?
KYLE: No, I didn't mean it that way.
(BOY #1 pulls GERALD away from KYLE.)
BOY #1: Come on Gerald. This is ridiculous.
GERALD: You bet it is, Elliot.
ELLIOT: Fine. Fine. He's going to be in our team, then. Against you. You happy now?
(GERALD takes a step away from ELLIOT. He places two fingers in-front of his eyes, then points it at KYLE.)
GERALD: You're going down chicken.
KYLE: Chicken? You're calling the school's valuable athlete a chicken? If you don't know yet, I could just beat you like a helpless worm.
(KYLE turns at ELLIOT.)
KYLE: Toss me the ball.
(ELLIOT tosses the ball to KYLE without letting it touch the ground.)
KYLE: Ready to go down (beat) Gerald?
(GERALD snickers.)
GERALD: Is that suppose to threaten me? Game on.
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A Mosaic Masterpiece Captain
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A Mosaic Masterpiece Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 3:37 pm
EXT. OUTSIDE HALLWAYS - AFTERNOON
(OLIVER, 15, sits in the Indian position as he carefully sketches a drawing on his notebook. Next to him is IRIS, 15, who is on her phone. It seems that she is texting.)
(She looks over at what Oliver is drawing, but he shuns her away.)
IRIS: Let me see it Oliver.
OLIVER: No, you can't. It's a secret.
IRIS: Why? What are you drawing?
OLIVER: I am going to need your last name first, Iris.
IRIS: (Looks at her phone and back at OLIVER) Why?
OLIVER: To put on my drawing. Come on. Tell me.
IRIS: (Slightly giggling) Audola.
OLIVER: How do you spell that?
IRIS: A-U-D-O-L-A. Audola.
(OLIVER spells the last name as IRIS spells it for him.)
(OLIVER continues drawing.)
OLIVER: I am almost finished with my drawing.
(A keychain drops from OLIVER's lap. It is a homemade key chain with his name stitched on it.)
(IRIS picks it up and admires it.)
IRIS: This is gorgeous. Who made this?
(OLIVER snatches the key chain from IRIS's hand.)
OLIVER: Give me that. It's my lucky key chain. It was given by my grandmother moments before she passed away.
IRIS pats OLIVER's head.)
IRIS: I'm sorry. She is in a better place now.
OLIVER: I hope so. She was a robber when she was young. Her family desperately needed money and they can't even afford a candy. She told me that there was no choice but to rob a small, almost-broke bank. That didn't really help them, but it was good enough. The police put her in prison for just about two months.
IRIS: Aww.. What a sad story.
OLIVER: Too bad, she's dead.
IRIS: Oliver!
(OLIVER and IRIS laughs)
(IRIS's cellphone rings. "Single Ladies" played.)
(OLIVER laughs.)
OLIVER: Very nice ringtone you have. Definitely suits your status as of right now.
(IRIS punches OLIVER's right shoulder.)
(IRIS checks who is calling her. The call number says "Dad".)
IRIS: (On the phone.) Hey, dad.
(Long indistinct mutter is heard.)
(OLIVER continues drawing.)
(IRIS's emotion changes from smiling to heart-broken due to the news her father tells her.)
(IRIS sniffs and OLIVER looks at her and notices IRIS is ready to cry.)
(IRIS nods on the phone and closes it.)
(OLIVER pats IRIS's hair.)
OLIVER: Everything okay?
(IRIS begins to sob)
IRIS: I just got a call from my dad that he was laid-off from his job. He told me that there is no way he could find a job anymore. Then, yesterday, my mother's doctor told us that my mom's cancer is worsening day after day. She has stage three cancer now and the doctor told us that she won't live long.
(OLIVER returns drawing as IRIS wipes her tears off her cheek.)
IRIS: Then, my younger twins, Jerrick and Joe, turned 10 last month and neither of them have been to school due to our budget. We can't even afford a plain shirt anymore. Then, about three months ago, I have to leave my baby sister in the dumpster somewhere in the small corners in LA, because we can't add any more problems.
(IRIS takes a huge breath and continues)
IRIS: I remember how my baby sister looked at me with those huge light brown eyes, and I could feel her telling me "Don't leave me Iris. Please. I love you. You're my only sister. Don't leave me here." She was just a year old. Then, She started crying. She doesn't wanna be left there and be picked up by some greedy hobo. I have to place her on top of one of those garbage plastics, and had to close the bin. I could faintly hear her cry. (beat) I love my sister very much, you know Oliver? But I had to. I had to leave her there. But, after I become a successful doctor, and cure my mom. The first thing I am going to do is find her. I will hug her so tight that no one could pull us away. I will never let go of her anymore.
(OLIVER keeps sketching, without listening to IRIS)
OLIVER: (Nods) Loving the story so far, Iris.
(IRIS turns to OLIVER with her confused face.)
(IRIS smacks OLIVER's head.)
(IRIS's phone slipped off her lap.)
IRIS: I've been talking this whole time, and you weren't even listening?
(A GUY snatches the phone from the floor and sprints away from IRIS)
(IRIS gets up and chases the guy, but he is too fast for her.)
(IRIS catches her breath and keeps yelling at the GUY)
IRIS: Give me my phone back! Pleas! Mister! Give me my phone back!
(IRIS turns around and walks towards OLIVER with a sad expression on her face.)
(IRIS picks up her backpack and takes a glimpse at OLIVER, who is still sketching.)
IRIS: I have to go to the principal's office to talk about the issue. You coming?
(OLIVER nods, not listening to her.)
IRIS: You're no help. See you after.
(OLIVER turns to IRIS, ready to show her his drawing.)
OLIVER: You wanna see it now?
IRIS: Not now Oliver. I have to report about the robbery. Maybe next time.
(IRIS sadly walks away.)
(OLIVER looks at his drawing.)
(His drawing is a stick-figured man who is sitting upright on a wooden chair, staring at nowhere. An arrow points to his body and it says "Mr. Audola")
(A gush of wind blows it away from OLIVER.)
(The drawing keeps flying until it sticks to the door of the haunted classroom.)
(OLIVER picks it up and slaps the paper.)
OLIVER: Why would you run away from me? Do you know how much time and effort I did to make you?
(OLIVER picks his backpack and shoves the drawing into his backpack.)
(He takes his keychain from his pocket, kisses it and whispers to it, while closing his eyes and places the keychain to his heart.)
OLIVER: Now and forever grandma. I love you.
(OLIVER walks and tries to catch up with IRIS)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 3:38 pm
FREDDY IS CHANGED TO MAXWELL
EXT. LIBRARY HALLWAY - AFTERNOON
(IRIS and OLIVER passes by the library hallway and the voice of FREDDY can be faintly heard as it fades in.)
INT. LIBRARY - AFTERNOON
(On one of the tables sits two people across from each other. The one in the left is listening as FREDDY talks. On the top right hand corner of his paper, writes GLENN MARTIN. His paper is blank. FREDDY keeps talking without taking a breath.)
FREDDY: Modern language was based on the model of absolute right or wrong and a tight coupling of the name with the thing named. Dictionary committees and networks of academics joined to combat the invasion of the lexicographically incorrect. Words had to pay their dues, wait around until they were allowed to take their places in the great Book of the Word. The balancing of conservatism versus flexibility, necessary to any functioning ecosystem, was unquestionably tipped towards conservation.
By comparison, language in our postmodern world is fast, funky, novel, and experimental. The pendulum has swung wide in the opposite direction. And isn't it grand! Quote Gareth Bandwyn.
(GLENN stares at FREDDY with no idea of what he is saying.)
GLENN: I only asked for an example of an adverb in a sentence, Freddy.
FREDDY: Well, Glenn. An adverb is a part of speech that modifies verbs or any part of speech other than a noun. Adverbs can modify verbs, adjectives, including numbers, and clauses, sentences, and other adverbs.
Adverbs typically answer questions such as how?, in what way?, when?, where?, and to what extent? This function is called the adverbial function, and is realized not just by single words but by adverbial phrases and adverbial clauses.
(GLENN sighs in annoyance.)
GLENN: Just give me a sentence. A simple sentence.
(FREDDY thinks for a moment.)
FREDDY: Mrs. Vigree's endless lecture produced an unbearable ennui to almost everybody in the classroom very rapidly.
(GLENN keeps staring at FREDDY, bored.)
(GLENN grabs his peicil and starts writing a sentence, saying everyword out loud.)
GLENN: Kim walks slowly.
(GLENN tosses his pencil at Freddy right after he finishes his sentence.)
(FREDDY gets hit on the chest.)
(GLENN quietly chuckles.)
(FREDDY picks the pencil up and places it on the table.
FREDDY: That is so immature and quite inappropriate for you to do that, Glenn. Just for doing that, I might stay here with you and lecture you about the importance of the arousing of theoretical breakthroughs. For example, advances in the understanding of electromagnetism or nuclear physics led directly to the development of new products which have dramatically transformed modern-day society, such as television, computers, and domestic appliances.
(FREDDY checks the time.)
FREDDY: Yes, I have quite a bit of time until five PM to educate you enough about our topic for today.
(GLENN groans and pounds his head on the table. The people in the library shushes him.)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 3:39 pm
(The library clock strikes 5 PM)
EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - AFTERNOON
(The basketball bounces on the court as KYLE walks towards BRANDT with an evil smile.)
(KYLE grabs his belongings and heads towards the locker room.)
KYLE: I'll be back. I'll just leave this in my locker.
(BRANDT nods.)
(BRANDT turns to see GERALD angrily walking away the basketball courts with ELLIOT catching up to him.)
(BRANDT smiles.)
(KYLE gets out of the locker room and walks towards BRANDT.)
KYLE: Let's go.
BRANDT: Why'd you leave your stuff in the lockers?
KYLE: I'm not going to need it. It's like we're not going back here, right?
(BRANDT and KYLE walks.)
BRANDT: Wow. That was a good game. You made it extraordinary.
KYLE: I know. They don't call me MVP for nothing.
(KYLE chuckles.)
EXT. ADMINISTRATOR'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
(IRIS and OLIVER walks out of the office as IRIS wipes tears off her cheeks. OLIVER tries to comfort her but it doesn't work.)
OLIVER: It's okay, Iris. Screw Mr. Yap. He doesn't even know what he is doing as a principal.
IRIS: I can't believe he said that.
OLIVER: Said what?
IRIS: We are not responsible for your stolen property. It is your responsiblity since you brought it to school. Everyone brings their phone to school. He's just impossibly dumb.
OLIVER: It's okay Iris. Come on, I'll walk you home.
IRIS: I can't go home. I still have to look for a job to help my family. I mean my dad doesn't even have a job anymore, and all our savings will just go to my mom's bills. The twins are not even old enough to work yet. So, they are all depending on me. If I fail, we all fail.
OLIVER: Just keep your savings and forget about your mother. She's going to die sooner or later anyways.
(OLIVER smiles and walks away.)
IRIS: How dare you say that. Oliver Scott! Come here!
(IRIS runs towards him)
INT. LIBRARY - AFTERNOON
(GLENN arranges his bacpack as FREDDY does his math homework. GLENN looks over and sees countless numbers and variables. He feels scared of the Math he is going to take soon.)
GLENN: Hey, Mr. Caroline?
(FREDDY looks up and smiles.)
FREDDY: That is very polite of you Glenn, but just call me Freddy. It is such a relief that you know my last name. Most of the people whom I tutor doesn't even bother knowing it.
GLENN notices a pin pinned to FREDDY's shirt.
INSERT - Pin that says "I'm Going to College"
GLENN: You going to college?
FREDDY: Yes. That is my only aspiration in the world.
GLENN: Don't worry Freddy, you will. You will graduate college and find an excellent paying job. Have a house that you can dwell in, and you are going to die as a happy and accomplished old man.
(GLENN smiles, feeling sorry for himself.)
(FREDDY smiles at GLENN.)
FREDDY: That's nice of you, Glenn. And I believe in you too. I believe that you are actually a bright and knowledgeable person, it's just you choose not to strive your hardest. You are probably one of the smartest tutoree I've ever had for a long while.
(GLENN takes a deep breath, and humbly smiles.)
GLENN: Do you really think that I'm smart? No one has ever said that to me. My family always thought that I'm dumb. That I'm useless in their lives. That I just add problems and more expenses to them.
(FREDDY reaches his hand to pat GLENN's shoulder, but he can't reach it and awkwardly places his hand on the table.)
FREDDY: Everyone's smart in their own special way. And you Glenn, might be the smartest tutoree I've ever had, but you just don't try your hardest. As Michel de Montaigne once said, "We can be knowledgeable with other men's knowledge, but we cannot be wise with other men's wisdom."
GLENN: You ruined it, Freddy. I'm going home now.
(GLENN grabs his backpack and walks out the library.)
(FREDDY watches him go out and cleans his stuff up and heads home.)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:04 pm
EXT. IN-FRONT OF THE ABANDONED CLASSROOM - AFTERNOON
Kyle and Brandt stops in-front of the classroom. Brandt smiles and seems to be excited. Kyle is nervous, but tries hard not to show it.
BRANDT
(To Kyle.)
Come on.
KYLE
No, Two people in one big classroom is not a good idea, Brandt.
BRANDT
What? You're chickening out at me?
KYLE
I'm not scared. It's just it is almost dark and...
(beat)
what if something happened in there, and no one would be there to help us?
Brandt notices Kyle is scared.
BRANDT
(Gently smiles.)
Alright. I'll find a couple of people to come explore the place with us.
KYLE
Thanks.
BRANDT
Back in a bit.
Brandt jogs away and Kyle sits on one of the benches, glancing on the classroom. Kyle shivers.
CUT TO:
EXT. HALLWAY - AFTERNOON
Iris and Oliver are walking home. Iris holds her binder with both hands, and gently wipes a tear off her cheek.
IRIS
So, after I drop you off your house, I am just gonna directly go to McDonald's or something just to find at least a low-paying job to help my family.
OLIVER
(Annoyingly sighs)
Iris, bestie, we are not in a drama series, okay? So, save your tears and just wish for a bed of roses. Get it? Bed of roses? You know? 'Cause your mom's going to die soon?
Oliver uncontrollably laughs.
IRIS
(With teary eyes.)
Why do you always keep reminding me that my mom is going to die soon, Oliver? Picture your mom on her soon-to-be-death bed. Mumbling sounds that she can only understand, asking for your help, and all you can do is watch her suffer. Every day, I am thankful that my family is still complete, and I don't know what might happen to me if...
(beat)
Just be grateful that you have a complete family.
Iris storms away. Oliver slightly laughs.
OLIVER
I was kidding! Can't you take a joke?
Oliver catches up to Iris.
OLIVER
I'm sorry, alright. I was just kidding.
IRIS
Well, your jokes aren't even funny. They hurt Oliver! It always breaks my heart when you make fun of my mom. It's because you can't relate to me doesn't mean you have to crack joke about my life.
Brandt interrupts and startles the two.
BRANDT
Hey, Oliver. Iris.
OLIVER
Hey, Brandt. How's it hangin'?
BRANDT
Great. So, what would you guys say if I ask you to come explore the old abandoned classroom with me and Kyle?
OLIVER
That sounds exciting! I'm in!
IRIS
I can't. I've got stuff to handle and take care of.
OLIVER
Come on Iris. Don't ruin the party.
BRANDT
Yeah, I mean, it's not really going to take an hour or two. We'll just pop in, and step out.
IRIS
I really can't. I'm sorry.
OLIVER
Iris. It's Kyle. It's THE Kyle Sevilla. He's the one asking for favor right now. That almost NEVER happen. Would you really let that slide away?
IRIS
And replace the time I'll spend with my DYING mother? No, Oliver.
Oliver
Iris, please. It won't take long. I'll help you find a job after we get out of the place, okay? Please.
IRIS
(Hesitatingly)
Okay, fine. But you owe me a job.
BRANDT
Awesome. Let's get going!
Brandt, Iris, and Oliver walks and Maxwell bumps into Brandt.
BRANDT
Hey Maxwell.
MAXWELL
Oh, hey. Brandt, right?
BRANDT
Yeah. So, I want you to do a huge favor for me.
MAXWELL
Sure, I love favors.
BRANDT
Okay, we kinda want to explore the old abandoned classroom, and Kyle want some companies. He's scared of ghosts.
OLIVER
Do ghosts even exist?
Maxwell chuckles.
MAXWELL
A few so called experts say they can prove ghosts exist but none are qualified scientists, and experiments they make are not repeatable and therefore fail at the first hurdle of scientific reasoning.
(beat)
There are science fields that can explain ghosts though...
(beat)
psychiatry and psychology!
Maxwell laughs.
Brandt, Iris, and Oliver stands with no understanding what Maxwell is saying.
OLIVER
Have you ever heard of a yes or no question, Maxwell?
MAXWELL
No worries, count me in. This should be an interesting adventure, that could prove the scientists wrong about the beliefs in ghost but there is a very low possibility that we will break the law of physics in this poor school.
BRANDT
No more discussions? Comments? Suggestions? Then let's get hoppin'!
EXT. IN-FRONT OF THE ABANDONED CLASSROOM - AFTERNOON.
Brandt, Oliver, Iris, and Maxwell walks towards the classroom and sees Kyle feets away from the door. Kyle is scared, but is trying hard not to show it.
BRANDT
Kyle. Meet your companies who are going to come explore the place with us.
Brandt points at Iris.
BRANDT
That's Iris.
Iris waves at Kyle. Brandt points at Oliver.
BRANDT
This is Oliver.
Oliver smiles. Brandt points at Maxwell.
MAXWELL
I'm Maxwell. Nice to finally meet you Kyle.
Kyle smiles.
KYLE
Awesome. Let's get going. Brandt, you lead the way.
Brandt slowly opens the door. Kyle holds his back. Oliver and Iris are close to each other and Maxwell follows the four, showing no fear.
INT. ABANDONED CLASSROOM - AFTERNOON
The group takes each step very cautiously and slowly. Looking around.
Maxwell enters the classroom last, and Maxwell leaves the door open.
The classroom was stuffy and white sheets covered the unused desks and chairs. The whiteboard has some untouched writings in it. On the middle of the board writes:
Agenda for October 8, 1982.
"Pride and Prejudice".
Book presentation.
Discuss about project.
JEROME, 17, seems athletic, pops up in-front of Brandt, out of nowhere, catching his breath. Jerome startles the group.
BRANDT
Are you okay? Dude?
JEROME
Thank you guys for opening the door for me. I was trapped in here for a long time.
KYLE
(Suspicious)
What were you doing there, stranger?
JEROME
I'm Jerome by the way. Jerome Ruiz.
KYLE
Did I ask for your name? Answer my original question.
Jerome catches his breath.
JEROME
Well, a couple of hours back, I finally convinced myself to go explore this place. Then I accidentally closed the door and I can't open it.
KYLE
Okay. Since you decided to interrupt us, you get to come explore the place with us.
Jerome takes a deep breath and coughs due to the dust all around him.
JEROME
Fine. Fine. I'll go.
Brandt leads the way and the door behind Maxwell loudly closes by itself. The group heard the door locking.
The group starts pounding at the door. Yelling for help.
BRANDT
Help us!
IRIS
Let us out!
JEROME
Oh, no. Not again. Help us!
KYLE
Hey. Stop playing around!
OLIVER
Help! We're trapped in here!
MAXWELL
Anyone out there to save us?
No answer.
KYLE
Step aside. I'm going to break our way out.
Kyle grabs a dust-covered chair. He raised it and pounded it on the door. Nothing happened.
JEROME
That's it. We're trapped in here!
KYLE
Hey. Shut up, will you? I'm trying to break us out of here.
Kyle pounds the chair at the door. Nothing happened. Kyle stops for a while and thinks.
KYLE
Wait a minute. Anyone heard the story about Bartholomew?
JEROME
Yeah, why?
KYLE
You know. He was trapped here in the 1980's. Then, he couldn't get out. Maybe he wants revenge or something because he is doing it to us right now. History is repeating itself. Bartholomew wants to live again.
JEROME
That's balony. Bartholomew would never do that.
KYLE
Why wouldn't he?
JEROME
Because he's dead.
Iris cuddles next to Oliver, scared.
IRIS
Oliver. I'm scared. I feel like someone is watching us right now.
OLIVER
It's okay, Iris. We are getting out of here in no time. Kyle will break the door and you will get to take care of your mom, okay?
IRIS
Okay. Okay. Just patience.
KYLE
But, it could happen. Bartholomew's ghost might be inhabiting the place since the police didn't find his body anywhere. He might be looking for the right person to posses and live in that body forever.
JEROME
What movie did you get it from, horror buff?
KYLE
(Slightly laughing.)
I watched it last night.
OLIVER
Are we seriously going to be talking about movies here? We're trapped in an abandoned classroom, where someone died. We're suppose to be breaking our way out.
KYLE
I don't see you doing anything but crying with the girlfriend of yours.
OLIVER
She's my bestfriend, for Pete's sake.
KYLE
Pete's sake my butt.
Kyle grabs the chair again and pounds it at the door. Still nothing happened.
KYLE
Anyone have garlic with them? It could get rid of ghosts.
JEROME
In what world would garlic get rid of ghosts? And no person in their sane minds would bring garlic with them.
(beat)
Phone! Anyone brought their phone with them?
KYLE
Dang it! I left all my stuff in my locker!
BRANDT
Don't have a phone with me.
IRIS
My phone got snatched a while ago.
Oliver takes his phone from his pocket. He checks it. No battery.
OLIVER
(Sighing.)
Battery's dead.
MAXWELL
I think cellular phones are bad for us, since it takes away our social time. That's why I don't own a cellular phone.
KYLE
How about you? Where's your phone, Jerome?
JEROME
I'm grounded. My father took away my phone.
KYLE
That's it. We're are going to be trapped here with the ghost lurking around the place.
MAXWELL
Ghosts are fictional creatures. Scientifically they are just figments of your imagination which are very much a psychological niche. It really depends on individuals and how they perceive image or non-image which will feed back to your brain.
Oliver rolls his eyes.
OLIVER
Here we go with Maxwell's long scientific lecture.
MAXWELL
So basically if you make yourself believe something is there, then your mind will adjust to that thought and conjure up a whole load of information pieced together from experiences in your life to bring a ghost to your eyes.
Kyle begins to reach for his shoes.
MAXWELL
It may be a horror movie you saw last week or your late grandmother. Ghosts are not much different to-
A shoe comes flying towards Maxwell's head. He dodges it.
MAXWELL
Woah. Who threw that? That was so immature.
A pound is heard behind Maxwell. Maxwell turns around. Nothing is there.
Kyle walks towards where his shoes landed.
KYLE
Please. No nerd talk in the house.
JEROME
(Confused.)
Wait, what did you say after fictional creatures.
Kyle laughs. He grabs his shoes under a covered desk, dusts it off, and wears it. Then, faint footsteps are heard. Everyone freezes in place.
IRIS
Did anyone hear that?
Footsteps are heard again. Tap. Tap. Tap.
KYLE
Whoever is doing it. Stop that. It's not funny.
Dead silence. A shadow brushes behind Kyle. He hesitatingly turns around to check it. He moved his eyes to the side, hoping to see it. He turns around and sees no one behind him. A hand touches his shoulder.
JEROME
Dude. Stop playing around okay. You're freaking us out.
Kyle brushes Jerome's hand from his shoulder.
KYLE
I'm not playing around.
(beat)
There is someone here with us. We have to find out who he is.
IRIS
No, please. I'm scared. We have to get out of here, so I could take care of my mother,
Kyle walks towards Iris and stands in-front of her.
KYLE
Listen carefully, sweetie.
Kyle steps closer. His face stands inches away from her face.
KYLE
I don't freaking care.
Kyle walks away.
OLIVER
Dude. She's shaking her head off. Why can't we just break our way out?
Kyle turns around.
KYLE
(Smiles.)
Why dont we all sit down and have a nice big cup of SHUT THE HELL UP!
MAXWELL
(To Kyle.)
Pardon me, sir, but you have an unattractive excess of verbiage dribbling out of your face.
KYLE
Are you kidding me? I thought I've told you to shut your pie-hole?
Kyle shoves Maxwell to the wall. Maxwell hits the wall hard and falls. Brandt tries to stop Kyle.
BRANDT
Kyle. Stop it. Please.
KYLE
Are you making fun of me? Huh? If you don't want my Irish foot shoved into your mouth, then shut your nerdy mouth, you hear me?
Kyle pushes Brandt away. Brandt runs at Maxwell and helps him up.
BRANDT
I'm sorry about Kyle. He can have anger issues.
Maxwell gets up and dusts himself off.
MAXWELL
It's alright. I expect popular people like him to be temperamental.
BRANDT
Come on. Let's catch up to him, but cut out your jibba-jabba before he'll turn you into a shish kebab. Okay?
MAXWELL
Got it, but if he pushes me to the limit, I am going to say something.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 10:43 am
This is after Maxwell is killed.
The group stares in horror as the figure slowly disappeares with Maxwell on its grip. Maxwell's mumbling screams fades out.
Kyle: Come on! Come on! Let's get out of here!
The group starts to run white their eyes still locks the place where Maxwell disappeared. Kyle grabs Brandt's arm.
Kyle: Come on, Brandt.
Oliver grabs Iris's arm and sprints out of the room with Kyle and Brandt on the lead.
Oliver: Get out! Iris! Run!
Iris: Oliver!
Jerome catches up.
Jerome: Run! Run! Run!
INT. LONG HALLWAY - AFTERNOON
The group gets out of the hallway and returns back from the other side of the hallway. They get out of the hallway again and returns back from the other side of the hallway. It is clearly shown that they are going in circles.
Iris: Oliver? What's going on?
Maxwell: We're going around in circles.
Kyle stops and nervously chuckles and scratches his head. Brandt sits on a corner, while Oliver sits Iris on the other end of the hallway.
Kyle turns to Jerome, grabs his shirt and tries to raise him up.
Kyle: You did this! You planned all these to happen!
Jerome: I didn't, Kyle.
Kyle: How do we get out of this place?!
Jerome: I don't know. I have no idea.
Kyle: You can do better than that. You don't know how violent I could be.
Kyle runs towards the wall and slams Jerome's back. Jerome falls and let out a groan. Brandt stands up and pulls Kyle
Kyle: Speak! How do we get out of here?
Jerome: I don't know.
Kyle: Screw you. Screw you!
Kyle kicks and punches the wall. Brandt stops Kyle and calms him down.
Brandt: Why don't you sit down for a minute and relax, Kyle. We are all trapped here, not just you, okay? We are going to find a way out.
Brandt helps Jerome up.
Brandt: Help me check these room for windows.
Jerome painfully stands up. Brandt opens one door. No windows. Jerome opens another door. Still no windows.
Brandt: There are no windows in here.
Kyle: Screw this.
Kyle stands up and walks towards Oliver and Iris.
Iris leans on Oliver's shoulder, staring at the guys and Kyle walking towards them. Kyle points at Oliver and motions him to get up. Oliver gets up.
Kyle: You, up. You're going to help us break our way out of here.
Oliver: Isn't that breaking school's property? We are going to be in major trouble.
Kyle: Do I look like I care?
Iris: Oliver. Our goal right now is to get out of this place. Worry about consequences and your life outside after.
Oliver: I'm sure there are other way out instead of breaking the walls.
Kyle: Really? Tell me.
Oliver: Uhh. We could just wait here until morning when students arrive and scream for help.
Kyle: You've got problems, you know that? Now, let's get wrecking.
Kyle and Oliver walks towards Brandt and Jerome, who didn't find any windows or any way out.
Kyle: Let's break our way out. Pick a room and get a hard object.
Jerome: But Kyle?
Kyle: No buts! You follow what I say so no one gets hurt.
Brandt enters in the room next to him.
INT. ANOTHER DARK DUSTY ROOM - AFTERNOON
Brandt coughs and fans the dusts away from him. Jerome grabs a chair in the room and dusts it off. Kyle enters the room and looks around.
Kyle: Go.
Oliver: Aren't you going to help?
Kyle: Shut the heck up, freak.
Jerome raises the chair and slams it on the wall. Nothing happens. Oliver and Kyle watches. Oliver talks the note out of his pocket and unfolds it. He neatly folds it back and walks out of the room. Jerome continues slamming the chair on the wall. Still nothing happens.
INT. HALLWAY - AFTERNOON
Oliver holds the note on his hand and convinces himself.
Oliver (whispering to himself.): Come on Oliver. You can do it. Give the note to her and kiss her cheek. Come on. Come on.
He stands in-front of Iris and nervously smiles. Iris looks down with no expression on her face.
Iris: This can't be happening. My mom needs me the most right now and I'm the only one taking care of her everyday. Probably right now, she's waiting for me to hold her hand and remind her how lucky she is for having a perfect and complete family. To remind her taht I will always be on her side, to fight the battle with her. Probably right now, she's whispering my name, looking for me. She would probaly think that I left her and let cancer defeat her. She had always been there for me all my life and maybe she would think that I forgot about her. I love my mother so much and I wouldn't see her pass away with a broken heart, thinking her daughter left her. I love you so much mom.
Oliver awkwardly stands and blinks his eyes awkwardly.
Oliver: Wow, you're deep.
Kyle calls Oliver.
Kyle: What the heck Oliver? Come over here and man up.
Oliver walks away, crumpling the note and inserts it in his pocket.
The sounds are back. Footsteps are near. The poundings are close. They're all around Iris. Iris sits straight and watches as Kyle pushes Oliver inside the room and the bangings continue.
The sounds are loud and clear. Whispers are around the place. Iris digs her ear on the wall. She listens carefull.
Iris: Guys, it's here. I can hear it. Guys!
Nothing. The bangings are too loud for the boys to hear.
Iris: Guys, the footsteps are close.
Iris continues listening. A loud bang from the room startles her.
Iris (Loudly whispers.): Kyle! Jerome! Oliver!
Iris stands up and walks towards the room when, in an instant, an invisible force grabs her legs and pulls her towards the wall. Iris screams and no one still hears her.
She hits the wall and stands up. This time, she's running away and towards the room. Then, the invisible force grabs her hair and slams her head on the wall. She lets out a loud painful scream.
The banging stops. Iris stands up and the figure grabs her. Its hands hold her neck and forehead. Iris screams again.
Iris: Help me!
Oliver gets out of the room and sees Iris next to the figure.
Oliver: No, no. No! Iris!
Oliver sprints towards Iris. The group stares in horror. Too late. Just as soon Oliver was near. The figure disappears with Iris.
Iris: Oliver!
Her voice echoes throughout the hallway. Oliver bumps into the wall and kneels down.
Oliver: Iris. No, please. Iris!
Kyle pats his back.
Kyle: Get over it. She was no help anyways.
Oliver angrily stares at Kyle. He looks down, almost going to cry.
Oliver: I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend after we escape.
Kyle: Well, you didn't. And it's too late for that now. Come on. Resume to work.
Oliver: We don't even have progress! The chair didn't even make a single mark on the wall. The figure is trying to trap us in here and kill of us. One-by-one.
Kyle: Bartholomew.
Oliver: What?
Kyle: I told you Bartholomew wants revenge.
Jerome stands next to Kyle and startles him.
Jerome: It's not Bartholomew. He's dead, remember?
Kyle: Then who is doing this?
Jerome: I don't know. But, I do know that it is not Bartholomew who's doing it.
Kyle: What makes you so sure.
Jerome: Because ghosts can't kill. They're ghosts. Their bodies just can pass through us. They can't hold us still and disappear with us.
Kyle: Then who is doing this, God dang it!?
Jerome: I don't know. But I can feel its presence.
Jerome's eyes travels side-by-side.
Jerome: It wants something.
Kyle: He wants our lives remember? Bartholomew wants to live again.
Jerome: But this figure killed two already. If he wants his life back, he just have to take one life. Not two.
Kyle: So you believe in me now.
Jerome: No. Your theory sucks.
Kyle: Screw you. (Walks away and turns around.) I just have one thing before you get killed.
Jerome: What makes you so sure that I'm next and not you?
Kyle (Stands in-front of Jerome.): What makes you deserving to live? You don't have anything to return to. Your parents hate you.
Jerome: They don't hate me.
Kyle: Oh, so what did you mean when they said "they hated me", while you were slamming the chair a while ago? Admit it. You don't have a family to go back to. You're adopted, Jerome. They can just return you back to the orphanage whenever they want.
Jerome: Shut up.
Kyle: Then, you're lonely life will return.
Jerome: I'm telling you. Shut up.
Kyle: You know why?
Jerome: Shut up, Kyle.
Kyle: Because your real parents died and no relative of yours wants you in their homes, Jerome. Even your brother won't accept you in his new family. You will always be an outcast and a freaking orphan.
Jerome swings his arm and punches Kyle's cheek. Kyle hits the wall and punches back, hitting Jerome's cheek.
Jerome: I told you to shut up, Kyle. But you didn't.
Jerome punches Kyle's stomach and punches his cheek. Kyle lands on the ground.
Oliver and Brandt watches as Kyle and Jerome hit each other.
Kyle gets up and Jerome kicks his chin. Blood splatters from Kyle's mouth. Jerome kicks Kyle's stomach. More blood escapes from Kyle's mouth.
Jerome: You don't have to freaking right to talk about my life like that.
Kyle (Agonizing.): You can't do anything about your life. It will always be messed up just like you.
Jerome kicks Kyle's stomach. Harder this time. Kyle lets out an agonizing scream of pain.
Jerome: You don't deserve to live, Kyle.
Jerome bends down and faces Kyle.
Jerome: This is not a horror movie, where the antagonist of the movie die last. This is real life. The pain and death is much stronger and slower than in the movies. You should really start watching more horror movies.
Kyle coughs as blood splatters on the floor. He takes one look at Jerome before closing his eyes.
Jerome: Say hello to your mommy for me.
Jerome kicks Kyle one more time and Kyle groans for the last time. Brandt looks at the scene, frozen. Oliver claps and cheers.
Oliver: Good job Jerome!
Jerome: Thank you Oliver.
Brandt(confused.): Wait. Oliver, why are you clapping? What's going on here?
Oliver: Why should'nt I clap? My brother did a very good job killing Kyle.
Brandt: Brother?
Jerome: Yes, Brandt. Oliver is my real brother. Our parents were killed two years ago when Kyle hits their car and and sends them down the steep cliff.
Brandt: Kyle can't drive two years ago.
Oliver: Of course he can't. He was was mad with his father that time and drove off, with no idea how to work a car. Then, our parents picked the wrong day to go on a romantic date.
Jerome: While going to the restaurant. Kyle swerved to the right and hit our parents' car and sent them down the cliff.
Oliver: Kyle ruined our lived, Brandt. We were sent to foster homes and let people, whom we don't know, adopt us.
Brandt: You shouldn't have killed him.
Oliver: I'm guessing Brandt can't hold secrets.
Jerome: Yeah. He knows too much.
Jerome grabs a knife from his back pocket. Oliver grabs Brandt and holds him still.
Jerome: If you hold still, I promise it won't be as painful.
Brandt nervously shakes his head.
Oliver: Come on, Jerome. Kill him!
Jerome: It's a pity that you have to die, Brandt. You are almost the hero of the movie.
Brandt continues shaking his head.
Brandt(Mumbling.): No! No! No!
Jerome raises the knife and the black figure holds his arm, preventing the knife to penetrate Brandt's stomach. Brandt and Oliver stands in horror.
Jerome drops the knife and the figure holds his mouth shut.
Oliver throws Brandt away and tries to help his brother.
The figure holds Jerome's neck. Oliver grabs Jerome's hand.
Oliver: Let my brother go!
The figure pulls Jerome back as Oliver tries to release Jerome.
Oliver: Let him go!
Oliver's hand slips and the figure disappears with Jerome. Oliver runs towards where the figure was.
Oliver: Jerome! Come back!
Oliver looks around looking for the knife. Nothing.
Oliver: Where did the knife go.
He turns around and doesn't find Brandt.
Oliver: Little piece of work. Brandt! Where are you?
Oliver walks slowly, trying to listen for any sound. The door next to him slowly opens.
Oliver(Smiling): Oh, Brandt?!
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:44 am
This happens after Jerome is found and before the doors close.
Kyle
Okay. Gather around in a circle.
(Turns to Brandt)
Did you bring the candle and the match?
Brandt (Taking the candle and the match off of his pocket.)
Here you go.
Kyle
Great. Now light it, and we'll be circling around it.
Brandt lights the candle and the group sits around it.
Brandt blows the match out.
Brandt
Okay, all of us will be holding on each other and close your eyes.
Kyle
Shut up Brandt. I'll be the medium.
Jerome: Medium?
Brandt: It's the host of the seance.
Iris: Kyle. Is this safe? Are you sure we are not going to disturb any spirits?
Kyle (laughs): Are you kidding me? I'm an experience medium. I've dealt with this before.
Brandt (Whispers to Kyle): No you haven't.
Kyle: Shut up. This seance thing is interesting, how many people do you know that have done this?
Brandt nods.
Kyle: I guessed it.
(Kyle turns to Oliver and Iris.)
Kyle
No matter what happens, never panic or let go. This will ruin our seance.
(Iris nods and whispers to Oliver.)
Iris: I'm scared, Oliver.
Oliver: Sshh. It's okay. This is not real. There are no ghosts.
Kyle: Shut up, so we can start.
Everyone closes their eyes.
Kyle (chanting): Beloved Bartholomew. We seek your guidance. We ask you to commune with us Bartholomew. Move along with us.
(Kyle opens his eyes.)
Kyle: Say the chant with me.
Together: Beloved Bartholomew. We seek your guidance. We ask you to commune with us Bartholomew. Move along with us.
(Long silence.)
Iris (Eyes still closed.): Nothing happened. I say we should get out while we still have the chance.
Kyle: Shut up coward. The door is slightly opened, so if we ever communicate with Bartholomew, we could just escape through the open door.
(Kyle closes his eyes.)
Kyle: Again everyone. Beloved Bartholomew. We seek your guidance.
(A gush of wind flickers the candle light.)
Oliver: Anyone felt that?
Iris: He's here. The spirit is here.
Kyle: Don't stop the chant.
Everyone: We ask you to commune with us Bartholomew. Move along with us.
(Longer silence, but everyone still has their eyes closed.)
Kyle: Beloved Bartholomew. We seek you guidance.
(The door slightly opens.)
Kyle: We ask you to commune with us Bartholomew. Move along with-
(Kyle is interrupted when he is pulled back a few feet away from the circle. A strong wind gushes and kills the candlelight.
Everyone stands up and looks for shouts Kyle's name. No response.
Brandt walks towards where Kyle is pulled. The chair next to his right falls. He backs away. Then, the chair on his left falls. The groups gathers together.)
Brandt: Kyle!
(Iris and Oliver are holding on to each other when Oliver is dragged away from Iris and onto the wall.
The group stares at Oliver and Iris chases him. Oliver hits the wall hard.)
Iris: Oliver!
(Iris clings to Oliver.)
Oliver: We have to get out of here.
Brandt: We can't leave Kyle in here.
Jerome: Bartholomew already got him. Let's get out!
(Everyone sprints towards the door and Kyle's groan echoes in the place.)
Brandt: Kyle's alive. We have to save him.
Iris: I can't. I'm too scared.
Jerome: Why don't the rest of us wait for you two outside?
Oliver: That's a great idea, Jerome.
Maxwell: Hurry!
(The door closes and locks itself. The group starts pounding at the door.
Iris: He's ought to get us now after disturbing him or bringing him back to the afterlife. Brandt! It is all your fault!
Oliver: Iris. Calm down. Brandt didn't mean for this to happen.
(Brandt sighs in relief.)
Brandt: It is a relief that someone believes that I didn't cause this.
Jerome: What are we talking about? We have to get out of here! Now!
(Kyle's groans are heard again. Long silence.)
Brandt: We have to save him.
Maxwell: No. Are we really going to risk our lives just to save him?
Brandt: I will, and all of you are going with me.
(Kyle screams and startles the group. The turn around and sees him crawling towards them.)
Kyle: Brandt! Help me!
Brandt: I'm here, Kyle!
(Brandt grabs Kyle's hand and pulls him up.)
Iris: What happened there?
(Kyle shivers in fear.)
Kyle: Darkness. I couldn't see anything but darkness.
(Something pounds on the door.)
START THE POUNDINGS HERE.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:35 pm
Script changes:
THIS IS AFTER BRANDT TOSSES THE BALL TO KYLE
(Brandt shakes his head and walks away. Kyle turns around and bounces the ball. The phone is pocket vibrates. He answers it. Brandt turns around.)
Brandt: In case you don't know. I'm going to the game.
Kyle (To the phone): Hey Phillip. What's up?
(His happy face turns to gloomy. It is clear that a bad news is being announced. A guy bumps into Kyle and made him drop his ball. Brandt chuckles from behind. Kyle turns at the guy.)
Kyle: Watch it freshman!
(The guy turns around and chuckles. He makes the loser sign with his hand on his forehead. Kyle doesn't notice.)
Kyle (To the phone): Tell mom I'll be home after my practice, alright?
(Kyle turns to Brandt. His reaction of the news makes Brandt worried. Brandt walks towards Kyle.)
Brandt: What happened?
Kyle: My dad was laid off from his job today. Screw this recession. Now, I'll watch my life dramatically change.
(Brandt pats Kyle's shoulder.)
Brandt: You'll survive. I mean, you're THE Kyle Sevilla. You can get through any obstacles and still be strong and standing.
(Kyle nervously chuckles.)
Kyle: Thanks for comforting me Brandt. I mean it, but that won't do it. I really have to help my parents. Maybe work at McDonald's or be a waiter on some ghetto Chinese buffet.
(Brandt chuckles and messes Kyle's hair.)
Brandt: Do whatever you want, but whatever happens (beat) I'm never going to give you a tip.
Kyle: I won't even serve for you. How awkward can that be?
(Kyle steps away and pretends to be a waitor. Brandt starts laughing as Kyle has a big smile on his face.)
Kyle: Good day sir. What would you like to order?
Brandt: I would like to have a large spaghetti and meatballs with the side of cheese and bacon fries, please waitor.
(Brandt uncontrollably laughs.)
Kyle: Large spaghetti and meatballs with the side of cheese and bacon fries? Would you care for a soda with that?
Brandt: No, but I would love to have a can of icy lemonade.
Kyle: No problem. Your order is on the way.
(Kyle walks away and he raises his hand as if carrying a tray of food.
Kyle bumps into MS. HANNIGAN, brunette, 30's, wearing glasses.)
Ms. Hannigan: Shouldn't you two be in class right now?
Kyle: Ms. Hannigan! Hi!
Ms. Hannigan: We've meet again Mr. Sevilla.
Kyle (Awkwardly): Would you like a glass of apple juice?
Ms. Hannigan: Get to class!
(She points to the endless hallways.)
Ms. Hannigan: That includes you too youngster!
(Kyle and Brandt walk away, their heads down. Kyle walks and picks his ball up.
Ms. Hannigan shakes her head and sighs.)
Ms. Hannigan: Teens today. Irresponsible and lacks the knowledge of adulthood. I pity the day they will come to me to (beat) get my autograph and sell it online after I become famous.
(Ms. Hannigan looks around. Silent and peaceful, except the shrill sounds of the seagulls high above in the air.
Ms. Hannigan turns around and starts humming "Build Me Up (Buttercup)")
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:23 pm
THIS IS AFTER KYLE SEES THE NEWSPAPER
(Kyle reads the newspaper WHICH WAS PUBLISHED ON OCTOBER 13, Tuesday.
Kyle (Reading the paper): Investigations are underway on how eight students are missing. Parents refuse to be interviewed by local newspapers and the media. Officer Kenneth Brown was interviewed and declared that "the murderer or kidnapper is no where to be found."
Parents of the missing children are now posting "Lost" signs all around the city.
The mayor of the city is now grieving about his missing son. He said that he will pay any amount of ransom for whoever kidnapped his son and his friends. Local police are still trying to find out when and how the eight children disappeared. As for right now, the local police went home empty-handed about the investigation.
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