Post by Admin on May 24, 2009 21:04:15 GMT -5
Dear ToM Members,
So I'm writing. Yep. I wrote this for a play writing competition. It has names of my RP characters again. The characters are not accurate portrayals of my characters, but the names seemed to fit. Please don't expect to get any learning experience from it. You won't learn anything from it until it's done. It's less quirky later on, trust me. Have fun.
Elle est toujours hideuse
Characters:
Elise “Elle” - A meek, pasty girl with self-confidence issues.
Corrine/Therapist – An obnoxious teen with a bratty voice.
*Therapist is a calm, yet stern foil to Corrine.
Act 1:
Scene 1: Therapist Office
Scene 2: The Bedroom
Scene 3: Transition
Scene 4: School Hallway
Act 2:
Scene 1: Elle’s Monologue
Scene 2: Another Bedroom Scene
Scene 3: Corrine’s Monologue
Scene 4: The Stage
Scene 5: Therapist Office
Scene 1: Therapist Office
Therapist: [opens door: enter Elle a pasty girl dressed completely in white. She should look tired and her hair is drawn down, brushing into her face. Therapist offers her a tissue, and Elle takes one, wiping her face with it.]
Therapist: You look better Elle.
Elle: I feel better. I still don’t feel like a human, but I feel like a creature.
Therapist: The last two sessions have gone slowly. Do you feel comfortable?
Elle: Very! [cackles] It’s bliss! I’m an amoeba to society. But I’m less than that to the universe! I’m less than an electron. You’re an electron, but I’m not quite there. But I exist, and that’s what’s best of all.
Therapist: Do you feel up to telling me why you’re here?
Elle: Doctor, I’d gladly tell you.
Therapist: I appreciate it. Today we can make some real progress. You can begin when you’re ready.
Elle: [pause][fidgets uncomfortably]
Therapist: Is there a problem?
Elle: Could you please hum a tune while I try to compose my thoughts. It will clear my mind. And the silence is uncomfortable.
Therapist: [hums a low tune]
Elle: [nods and runs her thumbs down the grain of her eyebrows]
[pause]
Yes! I’ve obtained my train of thought.
Therapist: You may begin at your own pace.
Elle: Yes, yes. Now I see. I see it all. Corrine. You look like Corrine! Doctor, I’d have to say, you’re a spitting image of Corrine.
Therapist: Corrine. You’ve mentioned her before. How did you know this person?
Elle: I wonder that every day since I was committed.
Therapist: Do you remember where you met?
Elle: No. We both seemed to mutate our social lives together accidentally. We probably met in school, but there is no promise to be made.
Therapist: What do you remember most about Corrine? How has she influenced your life?
Elle: Hmm… [Elle sets stage for Bedroom scene]
Scene 2: The Bedroom
Corrine: What time does [Current Childish Cartoon] come on?
Elle: I still don’t watch it.
Corrine: You always watch it whenever you come over! What time was it on?
Elle: An estimated point somewhere between 4 p.m. and 7:30 p.m. Perhaps it airs more often, but I’m afraid this is as specific as I can get today.
Corrine: You’re no help. Let’s just watch the news!
Elle: That’ll be… fun, actually.
Corrine: Yeah! I heard at school from Michelle that [Female Idol] fell off the wagon.
Elle: Oh. Okay, yeah. Hmm…
Corrine: Michelle is so lucky! Oh my God, she sits next to the cutest boy EVER in Mr. Grady’s class! Guess who it is, you’ll never get it.
Elle: I’ll never guess it, so just tell me.
Corrine: Lucas Whitman. Oh dear Lord, forgive me, for I’d sin for him. He’s gorgeous. I mean, the way he just stands there and looks into the class, taking a short breath with every step he makes. It’s ecstasy! I could stare at him all day!
Elle: But, he’s not the…
Corrine: Well what do you have to bitch about this time? Every time! I swear, you always bitch about all the cute guys! Seriously, are you a lesbian?
Elle: No. He’s just not smart. I had a math class with him freshman year. He thought slope-intercept form was Y=Ms.B. Certainly, it’s a charming way to remember the form, but it’s completely incorrect. M is equal to slope, and the other letter was X, not S. X is the point on the coordinate pl-
Corrine: Shut up. Okay? I passed that class already, I don’t want to hear about it again.
Elle: I… oh. Okay…
Corrine: And Lucas is not stupid. He’s the best basketball played this school has, okay? If people started to call him stupid, then what if he started to suck at basketball!
Elle: I genuinely don’t comprehend the coherence of that statement.
Corrine: I guess I’m pretty good at debating too. So is today the day you tell me the boy you like so much?
Elle: No. I don’t want anybody to know. I believe I’m entitled to my secrets. This isn’t Communist China. And you’re not the almighty Chinese govern-
Corrine: [interrupting] Ugh! Okay, I get it, long rant, blah blah, my secrets, blah blah, something with China, blah blah, God you’re so annoying sometimes. I don’t give a shit about China and their own business. You dangle a secret in my face and then keep it from me. Do you hate me? Jeez, you’re such a pain to deal with, like seriously, you’re annoying.
Elle: You’re the one who asked. You’re the one who always asks…
Corrine: You don’t tell me anything! Nothing! God, we go through this same routine every week. You dangle your secret, I ask, and you say “No way Corrine! You don’t deserve to know!”
Elle: You’re putting words in my-
Corrine: Every time! Jesus Christ, can we just turn to another channel?
Elle: Um…
Corrine: Don’t argue with me, I’m above that. Let’s just watch some cartoons.
Elle: Uhm… uh… okay… [changes channel]
Corrine: [cartoon character] is so funny! Mom, are you making dinner yet? MOM!?
Elle: She might be taking a nap, she had a long day…
Corrine: She should be making my dinner. Mommy, where’s my dinner?!
Elle: We can order a pizza.
Corrine: Finally, some smart ideas coming from you. I don’t need to wait for my mom, I can support myself. How much money you got?
Elle: $20. Pay me back your share of the pizza later.
Corrine: [moves to phone] Topping?
Elle: Pepperoni?
Corrine: Ew, gross. Fine, but don’t get any pepperonis on my half of the pizza.
Elle: Tell them, not me.
Corrine: I’m just saying. [picks up phone] What’s the number!?
Elle: I’ll look for a phonebook. [exits]
Corrine: [puts phone down] You get me to the phone and you don’t even have the number? God, you can’t just help me, maybe make it easy. Nope. Nope.
Elle: [reenters] Huh?
Corrine: Oh, nothing.
Elle: The number is 203-139-9558.
Corrine: Which pizza place?
Elle: Spicy Luigi’s. They’ve got a decent pizza for a good price.
Corrine: They’d better if we’re paying them.
Elle: Okay, 2-0-3…
Corrine: [dials] Yeah?
Elle: 1-3-9, 9-5-5-8
Corrine …5-5-8.
Elle: [shuts phonebook]
Corrine: Shh! It’s ringing! …..Yeah okay, no specials, I want a medium cheese pizza, half pepperoni. Try to keep the pepperoni off the cheese side. … No, that’s all. … Deliver to 1231 Widows Lane… Okay, thank you.
Elle: When’s it coming?
Corrine: In a half of a damn hour. God, can’t they just slap some friggin pepperoni on a plain pizza? I blame you for making me wait.
Elle: …uhm…
Corrine: Turn on the TV. God, I’m sick of all this negativity in my life.
Elle: New channel?
Corrine: No. Same channel.
Elle: Maybe we could do something else for the half hour.
Corrine: Why? [different childish cartoon] is on!
Elle: Oh, maybe just to change the pace a little. We could walk around, maybe go to the beach.
Corrine: You’re an idiot. Then we’d miss the pizza.
Elle: You’re right. Maybe we could try to… talk?
Corrine: …Fine. Tell me the boy.
Elle: I didn’t say we should talk about that.
Corrine: Well what? Why do you do this to me? You know I want to know. You know I wouldn’t tell! God, just tell me!
Elle: If I tell you, do you promise not to say anything to anyone?
Corrine: Yes, duh. I wouldn’t do that. Maybe the other girls would do that, but I’ll keep my mouth shut tight!
Elle: Eric Summerfield…
Corrine: Who?
Elle: He’s on the chess team. He’s the guy with the short black hair and the glasses…
Corrine: The dorky guy? No, really. Tell me.
Elle: I did. Eric is nice.
Corrine: A sunny day is nice. A coupon is nice. Eric is just a dork.
Elle: Oh. I guess so. Okay. Uhm…
Corrine: Glad you see it my way. But really? Eric? You’ve got so much potential. You could do like, so much better! All you need is a little lipstick, maybe eye-shadow. Blush couldn’t hurt.
Elle: No. It’s not me.
Corrine: Don’t try to pull that line with me. There’s no girl who couldn’t use a little make-up. What if Michelle didn’t have make-up on when she sat next to Lucas Whitman?
Elle: Then Lucas would see her without make-up on?
Corrine: Then Lucas would see her ugly. No girl wants to be seen ugly! If none of our classmates didn’t wear makeup, then nobody would date!
Elle: [under her breath]Teenage dating is a joke.
Corrine: Huh? What joke? Dating? Is that what you said? God! I’ve never been so pissed with you right now! Dating is essential to my life! Boys take me to see movies and take me in their cars, and I don’t have to pay, I just let them fool around with me while I lay there and pretend I’m having a great time! These are the years that matter most. I’ll never look this good again in my life! Do you want to waste your golden years sitting home reading dumb books and watching dumb shows? You need a life! Go out, get spoiled, sneak a few drinks, live! You’re so lifeless, Elle. You’re like a doll with no face, you never express yourself, and you just sit there!
Elle: I’m content with supporting my own needs. Then I won’t have to subjugate myself to having sex with people I care nothing about. It’s sad that you’re condescending me for being overly innocent.
Corrine: So you admit that you’re too virginy.
Elle: …
Corrine: How much longer ‘til the pizza gets here?
Elle: Twenty minutes, probably.
Corrine: I don’t know why we always come to my house. Maybe next week I can see your house.
Elle: My family is odd. And my house isn’t extravagant. You’d get bored quickly, and then we’d just end up coming back here after 10 minutes.
Corrine: Fine. You know what we haven’t done in a while? Gossip. We haven’t gossiped in like – like, months.
Elle: Would you like to?
Corrine: Do you even need to ask? Get me my notebook, I was drawing pictures of Michelle and Nicky with monster bodies. It’s so funny.
Elle: [throws notebook to her] You find the pictures, I’d rather not snoop.
Corrine: Yeah, sure. It’s… [flipping through pages] here. See? Michelle dressed as a goblin. Did you see her garbage bag coat? She looks like they took her out with the trash.
Elle: It’s a good drawing. You made this?
Corrine: It used to be my algebra notebook, but I never took notes in the class, so I brought it with me just to doodle.
Elle: It’s amazing how well you draw when you’re bored.
Corrine: Stick figures are for lazy bitches. I’m a hard-working bitch.
Elle: Do you have any more like this.
Corrine: There’s one of Mr. Grady as a heroin addict, but it’s just weird.
Elle: [turning page] It’s very graphic.
Corrine: Sometimes graphic art is the most effective. I could’ve painted that page nothing but pink. Just shades of pink. Who would give a shit? Nobody. If I can draw a teacher shooting up, then why the hell wouldn’t I?
Elle: If the pictures leaks into the school, then Mr. Grady will be suspected as a heroin addict. He’s a little antsy, yes, but I’d rather this picture not leave your house.
Corrine: I don’t show my notebook to just anyone. Hell, be glad I showed it to you. There are pictures of you sulking in here that I drew.
Elle: Do I sulk?
Corrine: I don’t usually hate telling the truth like this, okay, maybe I love it, but you wear a certain appearance that says “Oh no. My puppy just died…”
Elle: Is it obnoxious?
Corrine: It’s distracting.
Elle: …Distracting?
Corrine: It’s just scary how someone could look so bitter. I mean, I know you like the back of my hand, and I know how bitchy you can get, but everyone else talks about how you’re suicidal. You’re not, right?
Elle: Death isn’t scary, but it’s not something you should ever choose for yourself.
Corrine: So if I tortured you, and you could kill yourself, you wouldn’t?
Elle: One of us would die of natural causes before the other. If it was you, then I’d probably be freed whenever someone comes to your house. That is, assuming that you kept me in your house. I suppose you could torture me elsewhere. It’d actually be smarter to torture me somewhere other than your house. Yeah.
Corrine: You’re creepy sometimes. And I wouldn’t torture you, so you don’t need to think about that.
Elle: You wouldn’t. Other people already do.
Corrine: Who?
Elle: Uhm… [nervous] like… the pizza guy for being so late!
Corrine: Yeah, I know the feeling. Damn am I hungry. [moves to watch window]
Elle: Is the pizza here yet?
Corrine: No. The jerk. How long has it been?
Elle: Probably about 29 minutes, give or take 60 seconds.
Corrine: We should get this for free.
Elle: That wouldn’t be fair to them, they’re not the biggest business. Let’s just pay.
Corrine: You’ll never last in this world Elle. You’re too much of a baby, you’re a gloomy baby. You need to fight back! Take stuff that you want and work for it. If you deserve it, then you’re destined to get what you deserve.
Elle: What if what I get hurts someone who doesn’t deserve it.
Corrine: Life is a warpath Elle! Pick up your feet and stomp! Do you think I let Bianca, Noreen, or Michelle look better than me? Hell no! Gotta fight for your place. If you don’t, then you’re just there.
Elle: Like roadkill?
Corrine: Pizza guy! Where’s the money? [picks up money and runs off stage]
Elle: Roadkill. Am I roadkill? I’m like a wounded dog on a battle field. And girls talk about me. I’m gloom, they say. Gloom. It’s not what I’d be content to hearing about myself. It’s disappointing. I’m the only teenager with any real character, I don’t need to judge their wrongs. Only time will judge them. And Corrine too… Corrine, though. Why is she so obsessive? If she was ugly, would she still be Corrine? This isn’t making sense. She’s not supposed to know what she’s talking about, but she made sense just now. She’s never made sense to me before… Is she growing up or am I growing down? No, no. I’m not changing. The dead don’t grow, they just rot. Corrine is alive, but is she growing? Am I wrong for not fitting into society?
Corrine: [from offstage] Elle! The pepperoni stayed off the cheese side! It’d better be good!
Elle: She’s still a child, but she’s not completely lost. [exit]
Scene 3: Transition
[Elle sets room back into therapist office format. Therapist(Corrine) redresses in Therapist outfit and begins lines once Elle sits back down.]
Therapist: So, Corrine was your friend? She seems to have very opposing qualities to you.
Elle: She’s a very opinionated person, but from the duration of time which I knew her, she never withheld the truth from me, whether I needed to hear it or not.
Therapist: Would you say her role in your life changed you as a person?
Elle: We both know that the answer is yes, but to what degree she changed it? I have no idea.
Therapist: We scratched the surface of these issues. Do you need a glass of water before we continue?
Elle: I would appreciate it, yes.
Therapist: The cooler is out my door and to the left, down the hall. There should be cups nearby.
Elle: I’ll hurry back. Wouldn’t want to forget everything, now would I?
Therapist: I trust that you won’t.
Elle: [exits]
Therapist: [dresses back into Corrine and sets stage for School Scene]
[STILL WRITING.]
So I'm writing. Yep. I wrote this for a play writing competition. It has names of my RP characters again. The characters are not accurate portrayals of my characters, but the names seemed to fit. Please don't expect to get any learning experience from it. You won't learn anything from it until it's done. It's less quirky later on, trust me. Have fun.
Elle est toujours hideuse
Characters:
Elise “Elle” - A meek, pasty girl with self-confidence issues.
Corrine/Therapist – An obnoxious teen with a bratty voice.
*Therapist is a calm, yet stern foil to Corrine.
Act 1:
Scene 1: Therapist Office
Scene 2: The Bedroom
Scene 3: Transition
Scene 4: School Hallway
Act 2:
Scene 1: Elle’s Monologue
Scene 2: Another Bedroom Scene
Scene 3: Corrine’s Monologue
Scene 4: The Stage
Scene 5: Therapist Office
Scene 1: Therapist Office
Therapist: [opens door: enter Elle a pasty girl dressed completely in white. She should look tired and her hair is drawn down, brushing into her face. Therapist offers her a tissue, and Elle takes one, wiping her face with it.]
Therapist: You look better Elle.
Elle: I feel better. I still don’t feel like a human, but I feel like a creature.
Therapist: The last two sessions have gone slowly. Do you feel comfortable?
Elle: Very! [cackles] It’s bliss! I’m an amoeba to society. But I’m less than that to the universe! I’m less than an electron. You’re an electron, but I’m not quite there. But I exist, and that’s what’s best of all.
Therapist: Do you feel up to telling me why you’re here?
Elle: Doctor, I’d gladly tell you.
Therapist: I appreciate it. Today we can make some real progress. You can begin when you’re ready.
Elle: [pause][fidgets uncomfortably]
Therapist: Is there a problem?
Elle: Could you please hum a tune while I try to compose my thoughts. It will clear my mind. And the silence is uncomfortable.
Therapist: [hums a low tune]
Elle: [nods and runs her thumbs down the grain of her eyebrows]
[pause]
Yes! I’ve obtained my train of thought.
Therapist: You may begin at your own pace.
Elle: Yes, yes. Now I see. I see it all. Corrine. You look like Corrine! Doctor, I’d have to say, you’re a spitting image of Corrine.
Therapist: Corrine. You’ve mentioned her before. How did you know this person?
Elle: I wonder that every day since I was committed.
Therapist: Do you remember where you met?
Elle: No. We both seemed to mutate our social lives together accidentally. We probably met in school, but there is no promise to be made.
Therapist: What do you remember most about Corrine? How has she influenced your life?
Elle: Hmm… [Elle sets stage for Bedroom scene]
Scene 2: The Bedroom
Corrine: What time does [Current Childish Cartoon] come on?
Elle: I still don’t watch it.
Corrine: You always watch it whenever you come over! What time was it on?
Elle: An estimated point somewhere between 4 p.m. and 7:30 p.m. Perhaps it airs more often, but I’m afraid this is as specific as I can get today.
Corrine: You’re no help. Let’s just watch the news!
Elle: That’ll be… fun, actually.
Corrine: Yeah! I heard at school from Michelle that [Female Idol] fell off the wagon.
Elle: Oh. Okay, yeah. Hmm…
Corrine: Michelle is so lucky! Oh my God, she sits next to the cutest boy EVER in Mr. Grady’s class! Guess who it is, you’ll never get it.
Elle: I’ll never guess it, so just tell me.
Corrine: Lucas Whitman. Oh dear Lord, forgive me, for I’d sin for him. He’s gorgeous. I mean, the way he just stands there and looks into the class, taking a short breath with every step he makes. It’s ecstasy! I could stare at him all day!
Elle: But, he’s not the…
Corrine: Well what do you have to bitch about this time? Every time! I swear, you always bitch about all the cute guys! Seriously, are you a lesbian?
Elle: No. He’s just not smart. I had a math class with him freshman year. He thought slope-intercept form was Y=Ms.B. Certainly, it’s a charming way to remember the form, but it’s completely incorrect. M is equal to slope, and the other letter was X, not S. X is the point on the coordinate pl-
Corrine: Shut up. Okay? I passed that class already, I don’t want to hear about it again.
Elle: I… oh. Okay…
Corrine: And Lucas is not stupid. He’s the best basketball played this school has, okay? If people started to call him stupid, then what if he started to suck at basketball!
Elle: I genuinely don’t comprehend the coherence of that statement.
Corrine: I guess I’m pretty good at debating too. So is today the day you tell me the boy you like so much?
Elle: No. I don’t want anybody to know. I believe I’m entitled to my secrets. This isn’t Communist China. And you’re not the almighty Chinese govern-
Corrine: [interrupting] Ugh! Okay, I get it, long rant, blah blah, my secrets, blah blah, something with China, blah blah, God you’re so annoying sometimes. I don’t give a shit about China and their own business. You dangle a secret in my face and then keep it from me. Do you hate me? Jeez, you’re such a pain to deal with, like seriously, you’re annoying.
Elle: You’re the one who asked. You’re the one who always asks…
Corrine: You don’t tell me anything! Nothing! God, we go through this same routine every week. You dangle your secret, I ask, and you say “No way Corrine! You don’t deserve to know!”
Elle: You’re putting words in my-
Corrine: Every time! Jesus Christ, can we just turn to another channel?
Elle: Um…
Corrine: Don’t argue with me, I’m above that. Let’s just watch some cartoons.
Elle: Uhm… uh… okay… [changes channel]
Corrine: [cartoon character] is so funny! Mom, are you making dinner yet? MOM!?
Elle: She might be taking a nap, she had a long day…
Corrine: She should be making my dinner. Mommy, where’s my dinner?!
Elle: We can order a pizza.
Corrine: Finally, some smart ideas coming from you. I don’t need to wait for my mom, I can support myself. How much money you got?
Elle: $20. Pay me back your share of the pizza later.
Corrine: [moves to phone] Topping?
Elle: Pepperoni?
Corrine: Ew, gross. Fine, but don’t get any pepperonis on my half of the pizza.
Elle: Tell them, not me.
Corrine: I’m just saying. [picks up phone] What’s the number!?
Elle: I’ll look for a phonebook. [exits]
Corrine: [puts phone down] You get me to the phone and you don’t even have the number? God, you can’t just help me, maybe make it easy. Nope. Nope.
Elle: [reenters] Huh?
Corrine: Oh, nothing.
Elle: The number is 203-139-9558.
Corrine: Which pizza place?
Elle: Spicy Luigi’s. They’ve got a decent pizza for a good price.
Corrine: They’d better if we’re paying them.
Elle: Okay, 2-0-3…
Corrine: [dials] Yeah?
Elle: 1-3-9, 9-5-5-8
Corrine …5-5-8.
Elle: [shuts phonebook]
Corrine: Shh! It’s ringing! …..Yeah okay, no specials, I want a medium cheese pizza, half pepperoni. Try to keep the pepperoni off the cheese side. … No, that’s all. … Deliver to 1231 Widows Lane… Okay, thank you.
Elle: When’s it coming?
Corrine: In a half of a damn hour. God, can’t they just slap some friggin pepperoni on a plain pizza? I blame you for making me wait.
Elle: …uhm…
Corrine: Turn on the TV. God, I’m sick of all this negativity in my life.
Elle: New channel?
Corrine: No. Same channel.
Elle: Maybe we could do something else for the half hour.
Corrine: Why? [different childish cartoon] is on!
Elle: Oh, maybe just to change the pace a little. We could walk around, maybe go to the beach.
Corrine: You’re an idiot. Then we’d miss the pizza.
Elle: You’re right. Maybe we could try to… talk?
Corrine: …Fine. Tell me the boy.
Elle: I didn’t say we should talk about that.
Corrine: Well what? Why do you do this to me? You know I want to know. You know I wouldn’t tell! God, just tell me!
Elle: If I tell you, do you promise not to say anything to anyone?
Corrine: Yes, duh. I wouldn’t do that. Maybe the other girls would do that, but I’ll keep my mouth shut tight!
Elle: Eric Summerfield…
Corrine: Who?
Elle: He’s on the chess team. He’s the guy with the short black hair and the glasses…
Corrine: The dorky guy? No, really. Tell me.
Elle: I did. Eric is nice.
Corrine: A sunny day is nice. A coupon is nice. Eric is just a dork.
Elle: Oh. I guess so. Okay. Uhm…
Corrine: Glad you see it my way. But really? Eric? You’ve got so much potential. You could do like, so much better! All you need is a little lipstick, maybe eye-shadow. Blush couldn’t hurt.
Elle: No. It’s not me.
Corrine: Don’t try to pull that line with me. There’s no girl who couldn’t use a little make-up. What if Michelle didn’t have make-up on when she sat next to Lucas Whitman?
Elle: Then Lucas would see her without make-up on?
Corrine: Then Lucas would see her ugly. No girl wants to be seen ugly! If none of our classmates didn’t wear makeup, then nobody would date!
Elle: [under her breath]Teenage dating is a joke.
Corrine: Huh? What joke? Dating? Is that what you said? God! I’ve never been so pissed with you right now! Dating is essential to my life! Boys take me to see movies and take me in their cars, and I don’t have to pay, I just let them fool around with me while I lay there and pretend I’m having a great time! These are the years that matter most. I’ll never look this good again in my life! Do you want to waste your golden years sitting home reading dumb books and watching dumb shows? You need a life! Go out, get spoiled, sneak a few drinks, live! You’re so lifeless, Elle. You’re like a doll with no face, you never express yourself, and you just sit there!
Elle: I’m content with supporting my own needs. Then I won’t have to subjugate myself to having sex with people I care nothing about. It’s sad that you’re condescending me for being overly innocent.
Corrine: So you admit that you’re too virginy.
Elle: …
Corrine: How much longer ‘til the pizza gets here?
Elle: Twenty minutes, probably.
Corrine: I don’t know why we always come to my house. Maybe next week I can see your house.
Elle: My family is odd. And my house isn’t extravagant. You’d get bored quickly, and then we’d just end up coming back here after 10 minutes.
Corrine: Fine. You know what we haven’t done in a while? Gossip. We haven’t gossiped in like – like, months.
Elle: Would you like to?
Corrine: Do you even need to ask? Get me my notebook, I was drawing pictures of Michelle and Nicky with monster bodies. It’s so funny.
Elle: [throws notebook to her] You find the pictures, I’d rather not snoop.
Corrine: Yeah, sure. It’s… [flipping through pages] here. See? Michelle dressed as a goblin. Did you see her garbage bag coat? She looks like they took her out with the trash.
Elle: It’s a good drawing. You made this?
Corrine: It used to be my algebra notebook, but I never took notes in the class, so I brought it with me just to doodle.
Elle: It’s amazing how well you draw when you’re bored.
Corrine: Stick figures are for lazy bitches. I’m a hard-working bitch.
Elle: Do you have any more like this.
Corrine: There’s one of Mr. Grady as a heroin addict, but it’s just weird.
Elle: [turning page] It’s very graphic.
Corrine: Sometimes graphic art is the most effective. I could’ve painted that page nothing but pink. Just shades of pink. Who would give a shit? Nobody. If I can draw a teacher shooting up, then why the hell wouldn’t I?
Elle: If the pictures leaks into the school, then Mr. Grady will be suspected as a heroin addict. He’s a little antsy, yes, but I’d rather this picture not leave your house.
Corrine: I don’t show my notebook to just anyone. Hell, be glad I showed it to you. There are pictures of you sulking in here that I drew.
Elle: Do I sulk?
Corrine: I don’t usually hate telling the truth like this, okay, maybe I love it, but you wear a certain appearance that says “Oh no. My puppy just died…”
Elle: Is it obnoxious?
Corrine: It’s distracting.
Elle: …Distracting?
Corrine: It’s just scary how someone could look so bitter. I mean, I know you like the back of my hand, and I know how bitchy you can get, but everyone else talks about how you’re suicidal. You’re not, right?
Elle: Death isn’t scary, but it’s not something you should ever choose for yourself.
Corrine: So if I tortured you, and you could kill yourself, you wouldn’t?
Elle: One of us would die of natural causes before the other. If it was you, then I’d probably be freed whenever someone comes to your house. That is, assuming that you kept me in your house. I suppose you could torture me elsewhere. It’d actually be smarter to torture me somewhere other than your house. Yeah.
Corrine: You’re creepy sometimes. And I wouldn’t torture you, so you don’t need to think about that.
Elle: You wouldn’t. Other people already do.
Corrine: Who?
Elle: Uhm… [nervous] like… the pizza guy for being so late!
Corrine: Yeah, I know the feeling. Damn am I hungry. [moves to watch window]
Elle: Is the pizza here yet?
Corrine: No. The jerk. How long has it been?
Elle: Probably about 29 minutes, give or take 60 seconds.
Corrine: We should get this for free.
Elle: That wouldn’t be fair to them, they’re not the biggest business. Let’s just pay.
Corrine: You’ll never last in this world Elle. You’re too much of a baby, you’re a gloomy baby. You need to fight back! Take stuff that you want and work for it. If you deserve it, then you’re destined to get what you deserve.
Elle: What if what I get hurts someone who doesn’t deserve it.
Corrine: Life is a warpath Elle! Pick up your feet and stomp! Do you think I let Bianca, Noreen, or Michelle look better than me? Hell no! Gotta fight for your place. If you don’t, then you’re just there.
Elle: Like roadkill?
Corrine: Pizza guy! Where’s the money? [picks up money and runs off stage]
Elle: Roadkill. Am I roadkill? I’m like a wounded dog on a battle field. And girls talk about me. I’m gloom, they say. Gloom. It’s not what I’d be content to hearing about myself. It’s disappointing. I’m the only teenager with any real character, I don’t need to judge their wrongs. Only time will judge them. And Corrine too… Corrine, though. Why is she so obsessive? If she was ugly, would she still be Corrine? This isn’t making sense. She’s not supposed to know what she’s talking about, but she made sense just now. She’s never made sense to me before… Is she growing up or am I growing down? No, no. I’m not changing. The dead don’t grow, they just rot. Corrine is alive, but is she growing? Am I wrong for not fitting into society?
Corrine: [from offstage] Elle! The pepperoni stayed off the cheese side! It’d better be good!
Elle: She’s still a child, but she’s not completely lost. [exit]
Scene 3: Transition
[Elle sets room back into therapist office format. Therapist(Corrine) redresses in Therapist outfit and begins lines once Elle sits back down.]
Therapist: So, Corrine was your friend? She seems to have very opposing qualities to you.
Elle: She’s a very opinionated person, but from the duration of time which I knew her, she never withheld the truth from me, whether I needed to hear it or not.
Therapist: Would you say her role in your life changed you as a person?
Elle: We both know that the answer is yes, but to what degree she changed it? I have no idea.
Therapist: We scratched the surface of these issues. Do you need a glass of water before we continue?
Elle: I would appreciate it, yes.
Therapist: The cooler is out my door and to the left, down the hall. There should be cups nearby.
Elle: I’ll hurry back. Wouldn’t want to forget everything, now would I?
Therapist: I trust that you won’t.
Elle: [exits]
Therapist: [dresses back into Corrine and sets stage for School Scene]
[STILL WRITING.]
