First date (novel style attempt)

PART 1

Her heart’s pounding in her chest, though she remains as calm and composed as she always is. Using her every bit of focus on herself; her hair, her outfit, her makeup. No matter what happens tonight she has to look good. No. Amazing. She has to look amazing. Though she always looks very done-up. She’s never even seen at school without her dark eyeshadow and lipstick. But tonight, is an extremely special night. Not even her date knows how special it is to her. You see, this is Alicia’s first ever date.

Most girls have had numerous dates by the time they reach sixteen. Alicia knew her date had had many girlfriends before her… that didn’t phase her though; Alicia had grown more and more fond of her since they first met. She’d always respected Alicia, but only recently had she found an admiring glint in her eyes. The glint of adoration.

But a young lady as confident as Alicia surely deserved a girlfriend before now? Well, she’d had plenty boys after her… and that was just the problem. They assumed she just wasn’t interested in them. Some took it badly and gave up on her, some went into an endless pits of despair. She’d always felt like the odd one out in middle school, as all her friends lusted after boys, and talked about boys, and stared at boys and boys boys boys.

Alicia questioned herself for years… was she just not interested in sex? In relationships? But then she was always quite a moody young lady, the obvious reason being her raging hormones. So that couldn’t be the problem surely…

Until she reached 15, she simply didn’t know. All she knew was she wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to boys. Can you blame her? Most of them have horrible hygiene (especially 13-16 year olds), not to mention are plagued with peer pressure and the social consequences of dating a larger girl. Even if she did, for some reason, date a boy, his friends would surely mock her. And she’d shoot them deadly glares all day until she got home and cried herself to sleep.

But none of that past bullsh** matters now. Alicia has a date. A date with a loving, respectful, loyal (not to mention clean) girl.

“Alicia!” her dad shouts cheerfully, “It’s ten minutes to six sweetheart, don’t want to be late, do you?”

“Coming! OW!” she nearly falls over as she puts her shoe on, “Oh damn it.”

She swiftly grabs her bag and sprays her hair for the hundredth time, then rushes down the stairs (best she can in her high-heeled shoes).

“Alicia, you look truly stunning…” her dad smiles “Come here, I’ll take a photo!” he starts to struggle out his chair.

“Dad! Sit down will you. I’m already going to be late!” she gently pushes him back down, “Have you took your medication??”

“Uuum, I think I have yes…”

“Oooh, I told you, just write it down somewhere if you do! I can’t remember everything you know,” she sulks.

“I know sweetheart. Now go on, go-”

“Walk out the door! Just turn around now, coz you’re not welcome anymore! Hahahaha!!” her older brother comes in the living room, shirtless and holding a glass of soda.

“Pour that on me and I’ll rip your hair out…” she squints at him.

“In a bad mood as always! What you dressed up for? Halloween?” he laughs again.

“Marcus, stop it. She has a date you know!” her dad grins, “Must look her best.”

“A date?? Holy crap! Who would date you? All you do is lie around and moan all day, hahaha!” he keels over laughing, his drink spilling all over the carpet.

Alicia folds her arms, “Hmph. I don’t see YOU inviting girls over either…”

“Me? I’m saving myself! For a model or an actress! I’d love a blonde girl… basically anyone who looks nothing like you!” Marcus sniggers as he drinks his soda.

Alicia suddenly slaps him, sending the drink all over the floor, and leaving Marcus choking.

“Alicia!!” her dad yells, “…You’re cleaning that mess up when you get back,” he smiles to her. Marcus continues coughing and spluttering in front of them, turning slightly purple.

“Course I will dad,” she bats her lashes then kisses her dad’s cheek, “Will be back by 8, I promise!”

“Alright sweetheart!… Ah well, better get you sorted,” Mr Carlos pushes himself out his chair again, “You really shouldn’t insult your sister Marcus, doesn’t help her confidence, you know.”

“Ch-cho-kiiing, he-h-here!!” Marcus squeaks.

“You never learn, do you?” Mr Carlos slaps his sons back, “And only you can choke on soda, honestly…”

Stole my heart

Originally written: 8/9/2012

Part 1

BLACK SCREEN

???: I knew I shouldn't have done it... Thinking back I don't even know what possessed me. How I found the courage to do something that I knew damn well was wrong, I have no idea... Was it love? The sudden need to give her something that symbolized my feelings? Pfft. Like a mere piece of jewelry expresses how much I care for her? I don't know. I just know it looked so perfect in that store window. As perfect as her... I shouldn't have done it... But it’s too late now.

EXT. PUNKSDALE CITY - NIGHT

An image of Sammi holding a small box, looking terrified, flashes on screen as someone shouts off screen;

Man: There he is!!

Sammi shoves the box in his inside pocket and sprints down the street. We see him dart around a few corners then he jumps behind some trashcans just as the man and 2 cops catch up to him. He can't be seen in the shadows.

He holds his breathe a moment as the men's voices fade, then drops his shoulders, trying to catch his breathe.

Sammi: F*ck...

He lightly elbows the trashcan next to him. Just about breathing normally, he takes the box out his pocket.
Opens it; It's a ring. A gold ring with 3 lilac gems on it, the middle one is a big heart-shaped gem. It sparkles in the moonlight. He smiles to himself, admiring the detail of it.
His smile slowly drops however. He sighs.

Sammi (VO/Thinks): What the HELL was I thinking?? "C'mere babe, I have a surprise for you! A f*cking expensive solid gold ring that I obviously can't afford that I only acquired and saved until I felt the time was right to propose to you! Oh my god, where'd you get it! Oh I totally didn't steal it babe. Yeah."... F*ck. Just f*ck... It looked so beautiful. Moment I saw it I imagined Krissie wearing it, heh... I shoulda done this the right way. Ya know, graduate, get a f*cking job, THEN buy this stupid thing!... But who knows where we'll be in 3, 4 years time? She could easily ditch me and find someone else. She said it herself; We're still young. I rarely doubt myself, but... I don't deserve her. She's everything I'm not; outgoing, cheerful, trusting, ha... I sometimes wonder what she sees in me. A bad boy? She used to anyway... Well, she will now, won't she? Stealing a f*cking ring. Yeah, she's gonna love you now, you f*cking idiot...

He bangs his head on the wall behind him.

INT. SAMMI'S HOUSE - LATER

Sammi opens and closes his front door as quiet as possible. He holds his breathe, hoping to god no one heard/seen him. He freezes and listens. Nothing. He sighs in relief then turns around nearly bumping into Kyle.

Sammi: What the?!?!!

Kyle is 7 years old, dark brown hair, orange eyes, African American and is Sammi's mom's boyfriend's son.

Kyle: Where you been?

Sammi: Nowhere buddy (squats down) you get back to bed yeah, it's what? 12am? School tomorrow.

Kyle: You have school tomorrow tooo!

Sammi: Teenagers don't need as much sleep (smiles)

Kyle: (giggles) Nu-uh, you told me teenagers need more sleep, coz they grow quicker or something.

Sammi: Hehe, clever li'l man ain'cha?

Sammi ruffles Kyle's thick hair then gently spins him around.

Sammi: Bed.

Kyle: Oh c'mooon, where've you been? I wont tell, I promise!

Kyle glares at him with big adorable eyes.

Sammi: ... Fine.

Kyle beams and rushes upstairs. Sammi slowly follows him.

INT. SAMMI'S ROOM - LATER

Sammi's now in his lounge wear; black tank top, red Pajama bottoms. Kyle pulls himself up onto Sammi's bed; He's wearing light blue pajamas.
Sammi digs in his leather jacket pocket for the box, then quickly opens it.

Kyle: Oh wow... So pretty. Who's it for?

Sammi: Guess.

Kyle: Your mom?!

Sammi: (laughs) Hell no! For Krissie...

Kyle: Oooh cool! Can I try it on?

Sammi: Boys don't wear jewelry (smiles)

Kyle: YOU do!

Sammi: Yeah yeah, we get it!

Kyle giggles hysterically, rolling around on the bed.

Sammi: Hey, keep it down...

Kyle: Why? Akzeta and dad are out.

Sammi: WHAT????? They left you on your-!

Kyle: Nohohoo! My baby sitter's fell asleep on the couch...

Sammi: What the hell kinda sitter is SHE??

CUT TO

A ginger haired girl with glasses, green eyes-Cut to the chase; It's Jess, Karl's sister.
Sammi and Kyle stand staring at her sleeping on their couch. She's surrounded by snacks, empty cola bottles and sweets.

Kyle: See?

Sammi: Ah.... Haa. She looks... A bit like-

The phone rings in the hallway. Kyle runs to get it.

Kyle: Hello?... What?... You could walk?... OK. Yeah I'm fine Akzeta! Sammi's back and he's got this awesome-

Sammi manically rushes at Kyle and grabs the phone from him.

Sammi: Awesome!... New toy for him! Yeah! I just stopped by Toys 4 U on the way back from Jason's house! (nervous laugh)

Akzeta: Oh how thoughtful of you love. I was just telling Kyle there's a hold up somewhere in the traffic. Apparently some store was robbed early. There's cops everywhere...

Sammi (Thinks): How much WAS that ring?...

Akzeta: I dunno how long we're gonna be love. Seen you soon OK?

She hangs up. Sammi's mind reels for a moment.

Sammi (Thinks): Why, WHY was I so stupid?? Every criminal gets caught eventually... Ha, I'm no criminal. But I stole a f*cking expensive ring... Apparently. It was a stupid spontaneous act I know... But I did it for her. Is Krissie worth going to jail for?... Of course she is. It would prove how much I love her, if anything... Wouldn't it?

Jess snorts loudly in the background. Sammi jumps from his thoughts.

Kyle: Sammi? (blinks) What's wrong?

Sammi: Huh? Nothing buddy. They're fine. Get to bed.

Kyle looks anxious. He calmly heads up stairs.

Part 2

INT. SAMMI'S ROOM - LATER

Sammi is tossing and turning in bed. Still wondering what possessed him to do such a thing.

Sammi (Thinks): Krissie'll love it! I know she will. She wont care or question where I got it. Point is I got it for her. To remind her how much I love her. A symbol of love that she'll always wear... Just like I wear the cross dad gave me. That ring was just so perfect and beautiful... Just like her. Moment I saw it I wanted to reach out and get it for her. That's... pretty much what I did. Out of instinct. I barely remember going in the store at all. I walked in and just grabbed it while the owner's back was turned... I think. I know it was wrong. But something overtook me...

He hears someone coming up the stairs. He sits up and freezes. Then remembers the baby sitter; Jess.

Jess: Kyle?! You asleep?... Ugh, which room is-?

She swings open Sammi's door and screams the house down.

Jess: Oh my god!! Who the f*ck are you?!??!

Sammi: Err, Kyle's older brother? You mind?

Jess glares at him... Biting her lower lip.

Jess: How MUCH older?

Sammi: You're here to look after a kid, not make out with their f*cking siblings...

Jess: Oooh bad boy huh?! I like you already!

Sammi snarls at her.

Sammi: Why and HOW are you even a sitter?

Jess: Ugh, trust me, I HATE kids! I just want money, obviously! Wait. Holy sh*t what time is it?? I said I'd be home for like, 1am. F*ck! Wait, where's the kid's paren-?

Sammi: I'M here now. And I'm much more capable of looking after him than YOU are. Get outta here!

Jess: Whatever! I'm $8 an hour, pay up!

Sammi: You were asleep for 3 hours!!

Jess: And?

Sammi snarls, jumps out of bed and runs at her. She screams and rushes down the stairs.

Jess: Fine you whacko! Next time they call me I'm so charging double!!

She slams the front door shut behind her.

Sammi: Pfft... Greedy bitch.

Sammi glances in the living room, which is a total mess thanks to Jess. He sees her bag on the table with her swirly signature on it; Jessica Jeanry. Sammi smirks.

Sammi: Karl's sister? Pfft. Small world.

INT. SCHOOL - HALLWAY - NEXT MORNING

Sammi (Thinks): Should I? Shouldn't I?? The opportunity's too perfect and would stop me getting the blame... Then again when did Jess show up? Mom and Kevin would be her witnesses. So would Kyle. Oh forget it Sammi! Planting the ring in her damn bag is a STUPID idea...

Sammi slams his locker shut and rests against it.

Sammi (Thinks): But she obviously wants money. She seems like a total liar and cheat and if she's related to Karl, well, she's bound to be an a$$hole, ha... Besides. The owner and cops know what I look like. Kind of. Ugh. Think Sammi THINK...

???: Hey handsome pants!

Sammi startles at the voice in his ear. Krissie's right next to him, sniggering.

Sammi: Hey gorgeous... Pants?

Krissie: Hahaha! Well you failed that one. Soooo we still on for tonight? You were right Sammi, we should actually 'go out together' more often. Like we used to, I suppose~

Sammi: Huh? OH yeah! Err, actually, I said I'd watch Kyle tonight. Yeah (rubs neck)

Krissie: You're lying (dirty smile)

Sammi: How'd-?

Krissie: You always rub your neck when you're lying and you look edgy as HELL hon! What's up hmmmm??

Sammi: Pfft whut?? Nothing. I'm fine.

Krissie: No you're nooot!

She makes a smoochy face and grips his jaw, shaking his head for him.

Sammi: Babe, seriously.

Krissie: Tell me what's wrooong~

Sammi: Get off!

He laughs and gently pushes her away.

Krissie: Mmm. Well, ARE you baby sitting or not?

Sammi: ... No.

Krissie: Thank you! See ya later handsome pants, I have joyous Algebra to attend!!

Sammi sniggers to himself as she rushes down the hallway. He eyes her bum and curvy legs.

Sammi (Thinks): ... Tonight. I'll give it to her... Problem solved?... What if she's caught wearing it though-oh sh*t. Sammi just... Take it back. There's no point causing anymore problems. Yep. Fine. I'm taking that f*cking thing back.

He swings open his locker and gets Jess's bag out. He takes out the box and shoves it back in his own bag.

Part 3

INT. SCHOOL - DINING HALL - LUNCH TIME

Amilia, Karl and Joey are eating their lunch together. Amilia and Joey are chatting about video games or some crap. Karl lazily eats his lunch.

Someone suddenly drops Jess's bag on top of Karl's lunch.

Karl: WHAT THE HELL?!??!?!!

He looks up to find Sammi grinning slyly at him. Karl gets up and punches Sammi in the stomach.

Sammi: Well that hurt.

Karl: What the f*CK was that for??!?!

Sammi sits opposite Karl. He puts his feet up on the table, further trampling Karl's food.

Sammi: Tell your sister to never come near my house again. And that she's a f*cking useless baby sitter (smiles)

Karl: What?? She's not a baby sitter! Last night she said she was at a party or some bullsh*t!

Sammi swings his legs off the table.

Sammi: How do you explain how I acquired this f*cked up bag then, smartass??

Karl: You could be f*cking sleeping with her for all I know!! She's a f*cking slut!

Sammi: Ha. She did hit on me. I was about to hit on her... Literally.

Karl: Why didn't you?? (narrows eyes) I'd have returned the favor.

Amilia: She can't be that bad Karl...

Karl: She is.

Sammi: She messed up our living room, emptied out our cupboards and nearly attempted to rape me by the look in her eye. Therefore, I hate her.

Karl: Why didn't you just burn her bag? I would have...

Sammi: (shrugs) I wanted to annoy you with it first.

Karl: Thanks (grinds teeth)

Amilia: It's a nice bag actually, where'd she get it? (blinks)

Karl: How the F*CK should I know? And if she seriously was at your house I'm telling dad. He'll kill her... Hopefully.

Sammi: You have a wonderful family Karl (smirks)

Karl: F*ck off!

Karl throws the bag on the floor next to him. Picks up his lunch tray angrily and storms over to the trashcan. Sammi smiles as he does so.

Joey: Hahaha! Nice one Sam! (winks)

Sammi: It's Sammi.

Amilia: Heh, was that really necessary? You coulda just threw it at his big head? (giggles)

Sammi: I guess. The food's disgusting anyway.

Amilia: True...

She squirms at the grease dripping out her burger in her hand.

INT. SAMMI'S HOUSE - HIS ROOM - AFTER SCHOOL

Sammi is frantically searching for something in his room.

He's dressed in a black polo shirt, collar up, some chest hair showing, his cross chain, black shiny shoes and his usual green pants.

Sammi: Damn it...

Kyle hears him pulling his room to bits.

Kyle: You lost something?

Sammi: Yes! My f*c-silly earring!

Kyle: Haha, I know you swear when I'm not around!

Sammi: Yeah well, don't you start. I'm a potty-mouthed idiot, OK?

Kyle: I know Sammi (grins)

Kyle glances on the floor at Sammi's bag. He sees the ring's box inside.

Kyle: When you gonna give that ring to her?

Sammi: Wha?? No err, I'm not. It was too expensive. I'm taking it back.

Kyle: But I thought money was no object if you loved som-

Sammi: (sighs) Kyle. Listen to me. Don't you DARE mention it to anyone, OK buddy?

Kyle: I... I wont. I promise this time. Sorry I nearly told Akzeta!

Sammi: It's fine buddy... (smiles)

CUT TO

Sammi rushing down the stairs and heading for the front door.

Akzeta: Heeeeey steady there love, where you off to huh?

Sammi: Date. Krissie. Back by 9!!

He slams the door shut behind him.

Akzeta: (hangs mouth)... Well goodbye and thanks for the notice love.

She laughs to herself and heads through to the kitchen.
Kevin, her boyfriend, is there having coffee. He looks concerned.

Kevin: Sammi gone out again? You should question him more Akzeta...

Akzeta: Kevin, he's a good boy OK? I trust him.

Kevin: I know (sighs)... he seems so secretive is all.

Akzeta: He's a teenager love (drinks coffee)

Kevin: Even teens need restrictions and guidance Akzeta... I'd wanna know exactly where Kyle is at all times.

Akzeta: I understand (smiles) but he has his life and I have mine. It's always been that way really... Especially after Samuel died...

Kevin softly grasps her hand.

Kevin: I know it hurts. It can hurt forever... You just have to learn to move on Akzeta. As I did... And in moving on I found another wonderful woman.

They smile fondly at each other.

EXT. THE CINEMA - ABOUT 5PM

Krissie is standing outside waiting for Sammi.
She's wearing sunglasses, a lilac tank top, mint green skinny jeans, purple peep toe shoes and gold bracelets.

She breathes in the fresh air. Sammi stops around the corner to the cinema. Takes a deep breathe and pats his cargo pants pocket. He has the ring/box in it.

Part 4

INT. CINEMA - 20 MINUTES LATER

Krissie and Sammi are sat in the cinema. Krissie has convinced Sammi into watching some romantic comedy crap and has surrounded herself with Pepsi and popcorn.

Sammi: I thought you didn't like popcorn...

Krissie: I don't.

She smiles playfully and throws a handful at him.

Sammi: BABE!

He laughs and chucks some back at her. She screams.

Someone in front: Ssssshh!

Said someone turns back around, Krissie grabs more popcorn and aims at them. Sammi pulls her hand back down.

Sammi: Babe, seriously. You come here to watch this or throw sh*t at people?

Krissie: Neither (scoffs popcorn)... I just wanted to spend time with yooooou.

She spits some popcorn out at him then laughs her head off. Sammi shakes his head, smiling.

Krissie: Ugh, I hate this stuff!

Sammi suddenly looks nervous. He checks his pants pocket again.

Sammi (Thinks): Should I? Shouldn't I? If I just give her it that'll be it, right? No-one would suspect anything would they? Pfft. I'm over thinking this. I can easily say it's just a cheap one, I guess... She wont mind or care. Thought that counts. As they say...

INT. KARL'S HOUSE - JESS'S ROOM - MEANWHILE

Jess: MY BAG! Oh my god, where the actual hell was it??

Karl: At dumbass's house.

Jess: Who??

Karl: Sammi...

Jess: That jerk that totally kicked me out without paying me?! After I'd spent like 6 hours looking after his precious little brother! Like what the HELL??

Karl: He doesn't have a brother?

Jess: Step brother then, I dunno!! Surprised he returned it at all! In fact, why the hell are YOU returning it to me? Oh my god, have you like, murdered some pathetic bird and stashed it in there to traumatize me?! (laughs head off)

Karl: If by 'bird' you mean member of the female species, there WILL be a dead one in a minute...

He snarls and bangs her bedroom door shut. Jess starts looking through her bag.

Jess: Where's my eye shadow damn it??

She tips all the contents out. Something rolls off her bed, catching the light as it does. She blinks then peers over to see what it was... A gold ring.

EXT. CINEMA - 2 HOURS LATER

The movie's finished and people are heading out the cinema. Krissie and Sammi are among the crowd but she rushes ahead. Sammi quickly catches up and grabs her hand, pulling her back.

Krissie: Heeeeeey. C'mon, we can get a take away or something.

Sammi: Yeah sure. It's just err... I... have something for you.

Krissie: Oh? It wouldn't happen to be kiss under the moonlight would it? Haha! But seriously it is getting pretty dark.

Sammi: Ha, yeah...

He reaches in his pocket then shows her the box.

Sammi: It's not much babe but-

Krissie: Sammiiiiiii, I don't want any gifts. Now c'mon, what's this for, huh?

Sammi: (smirks)... Being perfect?

Krissie: Nobody's perfect.

Sammi: Then you're nobody (smiles)

Krissie lightly slaps his face.

Krissie: Seriously hon, I don't want anything!

Sammi: Ha, you might change your mind when-

He slowly opens it; it's empty. Nothing but the foam case thing is inside. Sammi looks horrified.

Sammi: THE F*CK?!?!??!

Krissie: A-a ring?? Sammi really, I don't want such things from yooou. Maybe it's in your pocket? Um anyway, you should take it back hon. It was a sweet thought it really was! And I appreciate it so much! It's just, well, I don't really wear rings if I'm honest, haha.

Sammi barely hears her as his mind races with where it could possibly be;

Sammi (Thinks): Where the actual F*CK is it???? At home? What if mom or Kevin find it? What if Kyle finds it and tells them?? What if he TOOK it?!? No... How could I possibly think that? I trust that little guy. Ugh. I haven't even opened the box since-Wait... Jessica's f*cking bag!!! It must have fell out when I put the box in the f*cking thing when I was gonna f*cking pawn it off with her and F*CK!! How the hell?...

Krissie: Um Sammi?

He jumps from his thoughts, looking distressed as hell. He rubs his face, now wondering whether to tell her the truth.

Sammi: Babe I... I...

He stares into her gleaming green eyes.

Sammi: I stole it for you?... (painful smile)

Part 5

CONT

Krissie: (calmly mad) You... What?...

Sammi: Look, I-I don't even know what was going through my head at the time OK?! I just saw it and wanted to get it for you and-and, next thing I knew I had it in my hand and was running off with it-

Krissie: SAMUAL CLANES JUNIOR you take that damn thing back immediately!! Not only do I not want expensive, meaningless gifts from you, I certainly don't want STOLEN expensive, meaningless gifts from you!!

Sammi: (nervous laugh) What do you mean 'meaningless'? Babe I just wanted something to show how much I-

Krissie: Love me??... (rubs head) Sammi honestly. Since when does a silly little ring signify how much someone cares for someone? Plenty people spoil people sh*tless with gifts but most the time it means nothing. Your company is all I want. Really. As corny as that sounds (rolls eyes)

Sammi: W-wait, even if I DID buy this you wouldn't want it?? Babe c'mon (laughs) I coulda got caught and f*cking jailed for this!

Krissie: HA! And at what point did you think getting your ass thrown in jail would impress me?!!

Sammi: It wasn't LIKE that! I just, wanted to prove I'd do anything for you?...

Krissie folds her arms, looking disappointed, for a lack of a better word.

Krissie: Ya know... I thought you had more sense Sammi. I really did.

Sammi: I DO have sense, you know that more than anyone... It was just a-a completely stupid spontaneous thing to do, but it's too late now, OK?!

Krissie: ... Find it and take it BACK Sammi. Please. Like I said, I appreciate the thought but for goodness sake, you STOLE it. How could you expect me to wear it?!

Sammi: (sighs) I... don't know anymore.

Krissie: Well. At least you told me... Makes up for the fact you're a total moron.

Sammi: Pfft. I know...

She glares at him, expecting him to say more.

Krissie: You wouldn't have to get me anything if you said it more, now would you?

Sammi: Said whut?

Krissie: Never mind... (smiles) Just promise me you'll return it...

Sammi (Thinks): All this trouble for nothing...

Sammi: I promise.

She beams and slips her fingers through his.

Krissie: Good! Now enough arguing, ha! Lets get that take away!

Sammi forces a smile and slips the box back in his pocket.

Sammi (Thinks): I'm actually glad Krissie doesn't want it, heh... Woulda been on my conscience forever if she'd worn it. It woulda become a symbol of my stupidity and guilt rather than a symbol of my love for her... Anyway. Getting it back is gonna be harder that getting it in the first f*cking place...

INT. KARL'S KITCHEN - MEANWHILE

The Jeanry family are about to have dinner. Charlotte, Karl's mom, is happily cooking and laying the table while feeding Junior. Chris, Karl's dad, is still doing paper work for work. Karl trudges down the stairs, earphones in his ears to drown out the endless horror of listening to his family. Jess comes skipping down too, nearly knocking Karl over.

Karl: Watch it bitch!!

Chris: Language KARL (snarls)

Charlotte: Dinnerrrrr!

Jess: Thank you mom! Smells delish as always!

They all eventually sit down at the dining table. Chris proceeds to talk about some lazy jerk at work.

Chris: He's unbearable! I wish they'd just fire that lazy rat!

Charlotte: I'm sure they will dear. You could do your job AND his, heehee, I know you could!

Chris: If I did, I'd be home less, now wouldn't I darling? (sly smile)

Charlotte: As long as you're home by 11pm! (giggles wildly)

Charlotte walks her fingers up her husbands arm, a naughty grin on her face. Karl mimics puking.

Chris: Stop that and eat your damn dinner! (slams fist on table)

Charlotte: He'll eat when he wants to dear.

Chris: He'll eat now or not at all (narrows eyes)...

Karl: F*ck you.

Chris: Say that word ONE more time and I'm throwing you out this house!!

Karl: You swear at work. I know you do.

Chris: That is a completely different setting KARL.

While they're all, well, getting along. Jess stares at her 'new ring' and makes it twinkle in the light.

Charlotte: Hm? Ooooooh what a beautiful ring Jessica!! Where'd you get it darling?

Jess: (smug smile) A friend gave it to me!

Chris: Who?...

Jess: Some guy who totally fancies me!

Chris: When?

Jess: At that party yesterday! Isn't it gorgeous??

Karl: You weren't AT a f*cking party yesterday!! You were at Sammi's f*cking house babysitting his f*cking brother!! You told me yourself you f*cking liar!!

Chris: (angrily gets up) That does it. OUT!

Charlotte: Jess?? Is that true? (upset) Why did you lie to us darling?! What if something happened to you? We had no idea where you actually where you silly girl! Don't lie to us again!

Jess: (rolls eyes) I woooon't. And like it matters now? Besides, he DID give me this! As a reward for my wonderful babysitting, obviously!

Chris grabs Karl's arm and drags him out the room.

Karl: You lying bitch! I bet you stole that from his mom or something!!

Charlotte: Karl! How could you possibly think that of your sister?! She wouldn't take things from people!

Jess: Yeah Karl (flutters lashes)

Karl: GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

Chris swiftly chucks Karl out the back door and bangs the door shut on him. Part 6

INT. SCHOOL - DINGING HALL - NEXT MORNING

Sammi frantically looks around. He spots who he's looking for and calmly walks over to the table. He sits down. Said someone is Karl, listening to his MP3 player. Sammi smiles at him, Karl eventually takes his earplugs out.

Sammi: Heeey Karl! How ya doin'?

Karl: What the hell do you want?...

Sammi: Nothiiin'... OK yes. Somethin'. It's just, a possession of mine seems to have disappeared recently and I was wondering if your rotten sister had anything to do with it? (smiles) Ya know, since she had free rein of my entire house a couple nights ago??

Karl looks up and slowly starts to smile.

Karl: I knew it. She stole that ring, didn't she?

Sammi: Y-Yeah... How'd you know?

Karl: Pfft! How could I NOT know? She was flashing it around like a f*cking engagement ring last night! Slut!

Sammi quickly becomes serious and shadows over Karl.

Sammi: Where. Is. It?

Karl: She's presumably still wearing it... Hmph. Good luck getting it back now.

Sammi: Ho no. I NEED it back.

Karl: Why? It's just a stupid, cheap ring.

Sammi: I'll have you know that's a f*cking expensive ring! AND... It's not rightfully mine.

Karl: No duh, dumbass.

Sammi: Whut?...

Karl: I know fine well you nor your mom could afford that thing. It's real gold.

Sammi: (cocks brow) And my earrings aren't??

Karl: Where'd you get it then? (narrows eyes)

Sammi: Take a hint genius. I said it wasn't rightfully mine.

Karl: You stole it... Pathetic.

Sammi: You callin' ME pathetic?? Your sister stole it from ME!

Karl: A thief stealing from a thief. Pfft. You got what you deserved for being so careless, dumbass!!

Sammi: Shut up Karl! I want it BACK. NOW. And I'm returning it. Like any DECENT person would do! Unlike your sister!!

Karl: Why do you want it back so bad?

Sammi: I just SAID...

Karl: Frame Jessica. She has it (shrugs) who say's she didn't steal it in the first place?

Sammi: They saw me...

Karl: So?! Forget it! You can't and wont get it back from my bitch of a sister AND she'll get all blame if she's in possession of it! Problem f*cking solved. I'll be glad to get rid of her for a few f*cking weeks! She can rot in jail for all I care!

Sammi: ... What a lovely brother you are (deadpan)

Karl: ...I don't do favors... But I'll gladly report her for you.

Sammi: For f*ck sake-As much as I hate her AND you, why should she get the blame for something I did?? Krissie wants me to take it back and I promised her I would! For HER sake, no one else's! Now listen here, mini man! You better-

Karl: Want it? Go f*cking GET it. Coz I'm not.

Karl swiftly gets up and marches out the dining hall. Sammi takes a deep breathe and buries his face in his hands.

EXT. SCHOOL - 10 MINUTES LATER

Karl gets out his phone and dials a short number.

Karl: I’d like to report someone in possession of stolen goods...

INT. KARL'S HOUSE - 2 HOURS LATER

Jess is flunking school that morning/day, much to Karl's convenience. Her dad's at work and mom's out shopping. She's in her room, happily reading magazines and blasting pop music.

A loud knock suddenly echoes through the house. She screams then calmly goes downstairs.

Jess: JUST A MINUTE!

She slowly opens the door, shocked to see 2 police officers before her.

Jess: Hello?... Has my brother beaten someone up or something? Haha, wouldn't be the first time!

Officer #1: Jessica Jeanry?

Jess: Y-Yeah?

He glances down at her hand, immediately seeing the $2,500 ring that was stolen from Gemini's jewelry store 2 nights ago.

Officer #1: You're under arrest for theft ma'am. You do not have to say anything as it may-

Jess: WHAT?!?!??! No! This is totally unfair, someone GAVE this to me! Seriously!

Officer #2: The owner DID say it was a young man.

Officer #1: True. Can you tell us who gave it to you?

Jess: No idea what the hell his name was! I know where he lives though! Wait! Are you gonna hand this in as evidence and junk??

Officer #1: Yes. But-

Jess: Not fair! Finder's keepers!!

Officer #2: I thought you said someone gave you it?

Jess: Yeah! He offered so I took it? Who told the police anyway?!

Officer #1: A young man called us this morning.

Jess: Oh... My god! That's why he gave it to me then! To totally get me arrested and sh*t, oh this is ridiculous!! I hate that a$$hole!

Officer #1: (rolls eyes) We're going to have to take you in for further questioning Miss Jeanry.

Jess: Seriously?? I have important sh*t to do!

Officer #1: We wont keep you long. Trust me... (rolls eyes) Part 7

EXT. KARL'S STREET - AFTERNOON

Sammi's finally had enough, he asked Amilia where the hell Karl actually lives and is now making his way to Karl's house. To hopefully retrieve the ring and confess to the police.

He rings the doorbell then hears muffled shouting. Someone finally answers.

???: W-Who is it?!

Sammi: I'm a... (rolls eyes) friend. Of Karl's! Just, dropping by.

The door opens. It's Charlotte, Karl's mom, her eyes are red from crying and she looks distraught. She smiles, regardless.

Charlotte: Oh hello... Um, oh yes, Karl's upstairs! W-What was your name again?

Sammi: Sammi.

Charlotte: Oooh yes! Karl's mentioned you... Once. I think.

Sammi: Y-Yeah. Something happened or you been cookin' onions? (nervous laugh)

Charlotte bursts into tears then blows her nose. Her husband, Chris comes to the door.

Chris: Who on Earth are you??

Sammi: Sammi, sir... Your err, daughter, babysat my li'l brother the other day? I was just-

Chris: WHAT?!?! Wait a minute, are you the brat who reported her to the police?! She just called saying you ratted-

Sammi: Police??? Wait whut?!?!! Where is she?

Chris: Oh never you mind! It's YOUR damn fault they've arrested her!! In fact...

Chris swiftly grabs Sammi's arm. Sammi yells, surprised by his firm grip. He drags him into the hallway and dials the cops.

Sammi: What the-Get the HELL off me! She's been arrested? W-what for?...

Chris: You KNOW what for! Hello police?

Sammi: Whoawhoawhoa wait!!

In a panic Sammi snatches the phone from Chris and slams it back down. Chris fumes at him.

Sammi: Easyyyyyyyy... Sir. Just let me explain, OK?

CUT TO

INT. POLICE STATION - 20 MINUTES LATER

Chris bursts open the doors, dragging Sammi behind him.

Officer #3: ... Can I help you?

Chris: Here's your damn jewelry thief!! Now release my daughter immediately!!!! (slams fist on desk)

Officer #3: Calm down sir... We can't just take your word, ya know, haha.

Chris: I know that... (grinds teeth)

Sammi takes a deep breathe. Feeling relieved to admit it.

Sammi: I stole the damn ring.

Officer #3: Huh? Oooooh from Gemini's?? (eyes him) HAHA! I wondered why on Earth they dragged a girl in here earlier. Well, you coulda been a girl with that hair... And earrings! (laughs)

Sammi: Mhmmmm.

Officer #3: Nah but seriously! I knew they had the wrong 'guy'. What a bunch of idiots, honestly!

Chris: Well?? Arrest him!

Officer #3: (shrugs) Got any proof?

Sammi: (smirks) I have the f*cking box! I'm happily admitting this OK?? I'm not doing it coz this guy's pulling me around like a toy!

Chris lets go of his arm, snarling.

Officer #3: Direct confession? Heh, OK. You'll be locked up over night.

Chris and Sammi blink.

Sammi: One night? Seriously?...

Chris: He committed an horrific crime!! He should get months!

Officer #3: (laughs) Item was recovered, he admitted it. He gets off easy! And c'mon old man, an horrific crime would be rape, murder etc. hahaha!

Chris: Old man?! I'll have you know-Oh forget it! Where's my daughter! I demand to see her!

Sammi: But... There was cops everywhere that night. My mom and her boyfriend were stuck in traffic for hours coz-

Officer #3: Hahahhaa! That was nothing to do with Gemini's lad. Some maniac just robbed a video game store and was about to do a Grand theft auto on us! We had to close off most the roads as a safety precaution.

Sammi (Thinks): So this... Wasn't as big of a f*cking deal as I thought it was... All this God damn fuss for one night?!???!?!??! The hell...

CUT TO - 10 MINUTES LATER

Jess: You a$$hole!! Giving me your stolen sh*t!

Sammi: I never GAVE you it. Admit it (stern stare)

Jess: Uuuugh! Fine! He never. But how did it end up in my bag huh, you jerk?!

Sammi: (smiles and whispers) Well, I was gonna frame you, to be honest. Wish I had.

Jess: F*ck you! You little-!!

Chris: Language Jessica! And you have explaining to do! How long have you been babysitting?! We give you plenty allowance! How dare you...

Chris 'gently' pulls her down the hallway as he rambles on and on at her. Sammi sniggers to himself.

Sammi (Thinks): Least you get SOME revenge on your sister Karl.

The officer opens a cell door. The cell's pretty dirty and smells like eggs... for some reason.

Officer #3: OK lad, here's your lovely comfy room for the night! You get one phone call first.

Sammi: Err, can I have 2?

Officer #3: Mom and girlfriend?

Sammi: How did-?

Officer #3: Haha, most guys your age call the same people!

Sammi: Ha, I see. Thanks.

The officer lazily walks back to the front desk. Sammi heads to the payphone.

Sammi (Thinks): (smiles to self) F*ck... At least it's only overnight. For an apparently petty crime... I was just over thinking, as usual. Anyway, jail... Ain't so bad. Depends what you’re in for, now doesn't it? I gotta admit I'm relieved I got off so easy... Still, there's no way in hell I'm going through this again.

He calls his mom first, taking about half an hour to explain everything and calm her down. She sounds shocked at first, but is glad he came clean. He also promises he'll never do such a thing again. Sammi hopes Krissie has the same reaction.

He takes a breathe and calls Krissie. She's on her break and chatting to Kexi, but eagerly goes to one side when she sees Sammi's calling.

Sammi: Hey babe...

Krissie: Oh heeey! Where are you? Wasting your free minutes on me? Haha, what ya doin' hmm?

Sammi: (hesitates)... Calling you with my last free call from a payphone from the police station?

The line goes dead a moment.

Krissie: You confessed?

Sammi: Obviously.

Krissie: But Sammi you could be jailed for-!!!

Sammi: One night. I can't believe my luck, to be honest.

Krissie: S-seriously? Goodness...

Sammi: Anyway... As corny as this sounds; I wouldn't have cared how long I'd have to be in here. I confessed for you Krissie... I knew what I did was stupid. But you actually shouting at me and telling me it was stupid, just made me feel worse. I had to. For you. That... F*cking ring, would have only been a reminder of my stupidity and guilt. Nothing more. You deserve a true gift.

Krissie: True gift huh? And what might that be?

Sammi: ... My love?

Krissie sniggers and bites her lip.

Krissie: Oh you corny idiot!

Sammi: That's me!

Krissie: Well. Guess I'll see you tomorrow, and if you don't turn up at school, I'll know where you are! Never know, once they lock you up they might keep you in there, hahaha!

Sammi: (smirks) Ahaaa... Don't put ideas in their heads babe.

Krissie: Seriously though. I'm so glad you came clean! Even though the consequences could of been much worse, heh... You're such an honest guy Sammi, you really are! I admire that about you...

Sammi just smiles to himself. The officer suddenly shouts; Time's up!

Sammi: For f*ck-

Krissie: Alas, we must part! Haha, love ya, see ya soon Sammi!

Sammi: Love you too babe...

Posirazzi

Originally written/started: 30th May

Just a little story that I actually planned an ending for. Woo :XD:
About Krissie, her friends and her enemies :dummy:
Thanks for reading :heart:
Hope you love it :la: xx

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Part 1

INT. SCHOOL - CAFETERIA - LUNCH TIME

Krissie and Kexi have finished their lunches and are just happily chatting before their next class.
Dan rushes past them but comes speeding back. A pile of papers in his hand.

Dan: HEY! Did ya hear? Emerald High Scoops Magazine is free today! Get 'em before they're old news!

Kexi: Pfft, they're old news anyway.

Dan throws one in Kexi's face and runs off again.

Kexi: Ack! That little...

Krissie's just about to take a drink. Her eyes widen as she sees a small photo of herself on the cover next to "Top 10 sluts of Emerald High school!"

Krissie slams her cup on the table, snarling.

Krissie: THAT DAMN ATELLE I SWEAR I'LL-UGH!!!

Kexi: (taken aback) W-whoa chill, what?

Krissie: LOOK at this! (shoves in Kexi's face) UGH! I hated that rotten girl enough after she printed bullsh*t about my mom, but THIS?? (tries to rip magazine) She doesn't even KNOW me that stupid, pathetic, spiteful!!!-

Kexi: Caaaaaaaaaalm down (she grasps Krissie's wrists)... Calling her bad names won't get you anywhere Kris. What happened to "I don't care what anyone thinks"?

Krissie: I don't... but there's a limit damn it.

Kexi: Hmph, yeah... I say take an hour to relax then go confront the bitch. Heh, she has NO right to even USE your photo without permission anyway.

Krissie: I mean c'mon! Regardless of the header, that's a lovely photo! I'm smiling and everything! How on EARTH could she call me that?? (fights tears)

Kexi: Coz she's f*ck ugly? (laughs)

Krissie starts laughing with her, but sheds tears.

Kexi: F*ck her to hell. You're a beautiful person, Kris, inside and out.

Krissie: Daaaw, thanks for ruining my mascara honey! (black streams down her cheeks)

Kexi: Hehe, c'mon.

Kexi gets up and heads to the restroom, Krissie follows her.

INT. ATELLE'S OFFICE - SHORTLY AFTER

Atelle: You give her it? (sly smile)

Dan: Eee-yup!

Atelle: Well? How'd she react huh? Did she cry? Stupid blond! HAHAHAHA!!

Dan: She nearly smashed the table, THEN she cried.

Atelle: OH PRICELESS!! Wish I coulda been there!

Dan: Why weren't ya then?

Atelle: Her gay friend woulda HIT ME!

Dan: Kexi's never hurt anyone, has she? (eyes peeping above desk, is 11 lol)

Atelle: So? She LOOKS dangerous. Krissie LOOKS stupid.

Dan: You LOOK like a man!

Atelle: Say whaat?!?!!? (pounds fists on desk)

Dan: D-don't shoot the messenger! (guards head)

Atelle: Grrrr, so that's what everyone thinks huh? They're just jealous I have my own Magazine!

Dan: (smiling) Actually, everyone hates your magazine, coz all it does is insult people and-

Atelle shadows over him, growling.

Dan: And-and... I'll go... Spread more fake gossip, huh? (gulps)

Atelle: (smiles) You do that...

He scurries out the room.

Part 2

INT. ALGEBRA CLASS - AFTERNOON

Alicia stares at Krissie, her lips tight, looking quite suspicious at her. Krissie looks up from her work.

Krissie: (sighs) Alicia, I'm fine.

Alicia: You sure? If I was called a slut I'd be absolutely horri-

Krissie: Forget it! I'm sorting it out later. Please Alicia, I just calmed down over this... (goes back to writing)

Kexi's on the other side of Krissie. She waves her hand to her neck.

Alicia sulks, not wanting to just avoid the subject.

Kexi shrugs her shoulders and smiles.

Alicia sticks out her tongue, rather meanly.

Kexi sticks out hers, revealing a tongue piercing. Alicia blinks wildly, in shock.

Kexi licks her lips, smiling. Alicia blushes, staring into her eyes.

They notice Krissie glancing at them both. She rolls her eyes, grinning. They all start laughing.

INT. HALLWAY - AFTER CLASS

Kexi: So err, you gonna murder Atelle? I'll happily help (smirks)

Krissie: PFFFFFTT!! She can rot in hell! Forget it! HA! C'mon, lets get our sexy asses down to the mall, ladies!

Alicia: OK...

Kexi: Aaw, I was looking forward to seeing her crumble at your feet (grins)

Krissie: Everyone knows whatever she prints is total, utter crap anyway!

They make a sharp turn around the corner. Bumping into guess who.

Atelle: Oh hi Kristina! You see my article?

Krissie: Hmph, define 'see'.

Atelle: You only looked at the cover didn’t you?

Kexi and Alicia exchange suspicious looks.

Atelle: I wrote some lovely things about you, you know, shame you didn't bother reading (sly smile).

Krissie: Liar. Get out the way.

Atelle: Hmph, I really did. About how pretty and smart you are.

Krissie: (eyes shut) You don't even KNOW me. Thus your opinion, whether good or bad, means completely nothing. Leave me alone, I dislike you.

Krissie links her friend's arms and pushes past Atelle. Kexi turns around and sticks her tongue out.

Krissie: Oh now you're just showing that off, hahaha!

Atelle watches them as they walk off down the hallway.

Atelle: Ugh... Why is she so damn perfect? Even her BUTT is perfect (grumbles).

INT. KRISSIE'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - LATER

Krissie and Kexi are watching a movie and eating cookies.

Krissie: (chewing) Ya know... Nearly all Magazine's do is spread crap about people... Whether school, Hollywood, um, whatever else there is... Why hasn't anyone made just, ya know, a NICE Magazine?

Kexi: (also chewing) Mmm... I heard somewhere it's a lot easier to be mean than nice. True really.

Krissie: Ha! Really? I'm always nice to people, even if I detest their f*cking guts I simply say I dislike them. I only treat people the way I like to be treat, after all: With respect.

Kexi: Hell yeah sister (glued to TV)

Krissie sighs and slumps back. Then she hangs her jaw.

Krissie: Why don't WE make a nice Magazine?? Oh it would be amazing! (screeches)

Kexi: Heh, seriously? How? I've never even took Media classes.

Krissie: Media Shmedia! It's easy! Oh damn, we NEED to do this now! I'm so hyped!

Kexi: Chiiiiill, hehe, would be awesome though! So err, I get my own page right?

Krissie: OH! Everyone gets their own page hon! Well, by everyone I mean my closest friends. Surely we can make even a 20 page mag, it would be so amazing! And cheap!

They both slowly stare then beam at each other.

Kexi: Lets do this sh*t!

They high five and jump off the sofa, rushing off screen and up the stairs to plot evil. I mean, magazines.

12/8/2012

Part 3

INT. SCHOOL - ATELLE'S OFFICE - 3 DAYS LATER

Atelle is watching a horror movie on her big TV. Someone on screen screams as their head is sliced clean off. Atelle laughs her head off.

Atelle: Ha! These movies are so crap!

Dan comes bursting through the door, a magazine in hand. He slams it on Atelle's desk.

Atelle: What the hell!! Can you at least knock, geez!

Dan: Hey! Did ya hear? Kristina Corrianne and Kirsty Lieroner are producing a new gossip magazine!

Atelle: The what??? I mean, err, I can see that you idiot, you just slapped it on my desk! (she reads the title) Posirazzi? What a stupid name... what does-

Dan: Positive Paparazzi equals Posirazzi! (grins)

Atelle: Ha! As if it'll sell with a name like that, I can't even say it prop-proplee-propper-properly? (shakes head) Whatever!

Dan: Actually it's been selling all morning! They only had 200 copies and they're sold out!

Atelle: Morning?? It's 1pm NOW Daniel! What have you-??

Dan: Reading... It (adorable smile)

Atelle: Backstabber!! (slams fist on desk)

Dan screeches and runs out before she even gets up.

Atelle: That blond rat thinks she can put me outta business hmm?

She glares at the Magazine and pouts. Looks around, then sits down to look through it.

EXT. OUTSIDE SCHOOL SOMEWHERE - AFTERNOON

Kexi: We MAY need more copies, hehe.

Krissie: We need more paper first hon, ha, this is madness! I wonder how they're selling so quick actually...

Daisy suddenly appears out the crowd with a megaphone in her hand.

Daisy: Get your Posirazzi Magaziiiiine!! Cheap as chocolate and full of delicious gossip for you to devour!

Kexi and Krissie blink.

Kexi: That's... one way to sell stuff (smirks)

Krissie: I shoulda guessed (rolls eyes) since she knows at least 98% of the students in this school, ha! But seriously, how sweet of her! Hey Daisy!!

Daisy leaps over to them, nearly knocking their table over.

Daisy: Thought I'd SPREAD the neeews!! Get it? (huge grin)

Krissie and Kexi glance at each other.

Daisy: Chocolate! Chocolate spread! Spread news, spread chocolate! Chocolate for everyone!!

Krissie: We're selling Magazines not chocolate honey.

Daisy: OH MY GOD!! How about FREE chocolate when you buy the Magazine! Everyone would totally buy them then!!

Kexi: That's a pretty good idea actually, hehe.

Krissie: Daisy hon, we appreciate your help, but we don't even HAVE any left now. Thanks to you!... Um, so yeah, thanks honey?

Atelle suddenly comes marching through the crowd around their table. Pushing people out her way.

Atelle: What do you think you're doing?!

Daisy: Giving out chocolate!!

Daisy nearly deafens her with the megaphone. Atelle slaps it out Daisy's hand.

Daisy: (blinks)... (steams) HEY! You big nasty girl! Who do you think you are?? I was using that! You don't just smack people with your huge, gross hands for no reason!!! And you totally stink of cheeeeese! Like eeeeew!!

Kexi: You tell her Daze!

Krissie laughs loudly with Kexi. Atelle narrows her eyes.

Atelle: Whatever! You wont last a week, HA! Publishing a magazine takes hard work and dedication!

Dan appears from nowhere.

Dan: HEY! Did ya hear? Atelle pays students from English classes to type up her articles!

Atelle: SHUT. UP!

She pushes him over, but he hops back up and runs away again.

Daisy: Don't push him!! Poor little guuuuuy! He's so tiny and defenseless against your huge, manly, ugliness!! (sticks tongue out)

Atelle: Ugh! You little rat! (raises fist)

Krissie: You DARE touch her Atelle... And I'll go straight to Jameson.

Atelle: HA! Everyone knows he's useless! And this little rat isn't worth my time. So excuse me LADIES, I have a magazine to make.

Atelle marches off, nose in the air.

Daisy: I hate heeeeer!

Krissie: We ALL do honey, haha.

Part 4

EXT. SCHOOL - SOME GARDEN - AFTERNOON

Alicia is sat reading a Emerald High Scoops magazine. The one with the 'Top 10 sluts' feature on the front. She finally gets to the said article and holds it closer, she darts her eyes around the page and blinks wildly.

A few sentences (that Atelle wrote) catch her eye:
<i>I think we can all agree that Samuel Clanes Jr is only dating Krissie for her looks and bank balance. She's obviously a shallow, vain girl who loves messing with popular boy's heads.</i>

Alicia (VO/Thinks): Goodness... Maybe I should tell Krissie... But half the school probably knows by now... Don't they? Hmph, not sure who buys this childish magazine anyway.

She gets up and contemplates throwing it in the trash. She hesitates... then slips it into her shoulder bag. She starts walking.

Alicia (VO): I wonder if they DO really love each other... Krissie doesn't even seem like the type to have a boyfriend. Girls in relationships are usually so... needy. I don't know about Sammi... He seems too insulting and cold, as far as I'm concerned. Though everyone seems to like him... Including Kexi. I suppose I should trust her instincts... (pouts and furrows brow)

CUT TO

EXT. OUTSIDE SCHOOL SOMEWHERE AGAIN - MEANWHILE

Krissie and Kexi are just chatting now. They've sold out of magazines and have begun a preorder list for next week's issue. There's a small queue waiting to sign it.

Alicia appears nearby. She stares at Krissie for a while then calmly walks over to them.

Alicia: What... Started this idea anyway?

Kexi: Oh hey 'Lic! Err, Atelle did? Hehe.

Krissie: HA! I almost forgot about her actually. Perhaps I should thank her for giving me amazing ideas!

Alicia: Mmmm... Do you even KNOW what she wrote about you?

Krissie: Nope! And I don't care now. No one reads her silly mag anyways.

Alicia: (blank) According to her, Sammi's only dating you for your looks and money.

Kexi: Pfft! Bitch. I seriously hate her now (laughs)

Kexi's face drops when she turns to Krissie however. Krissie is totally fuming. Bloodshot eyes. Lip twitching.

Kexi: Err, Kris?

Alicia: I'm only saying what she-

Krissie: I did NOT want to know what that nasty, conniving... WOMAN had to say about me or my relationship thank you very much!! Yes. Thank you Alicia, you just LOVE making me mad don't you honey? (crazy grin)

Kexi: Hey whoa! She's only-

Alicia: I just thought you'd want to know what everyone thinks.

Krissie: UGH! What EVERYONE thinks?? What on Earth is that supposed to mean?!

Krissie snarls and clenches her fists. Kexi grabs her arm to hold her back. Alicia steps back slightly, rather shocked at Krissie's reaction.

Kexi: 'Lic...

Kexi glares at her, a painful 'don't say it' look on her face.

Alicia: Atelle's not the only one who questions your relationship sometimes... (closes eyes, pouts) I've never even seen you kiss Sammi, to be honest.

Krissie pulls her arm from Kexi's grasp.

Krissie: So I don't publicly smother him in kisses all day like a, umm, what's the word, oh yeah, SLUT! (grins) He knows I love him and we keep our personal moments to ourselves, since, ya know, they're personal... (sighs) What is your problem Alicia? Seriously hon? I helped you outta Feesha's twisted gang and surprise, surprise you're more like her than I first thought, HA!

Alicia: I am NOT! (hands on hips)

Kexi: Krissie, cut her some slack. (whispers to Krissie) You know she's had some bad influences...

Krissie: That's no excuse to be inconsiderate and suspicious!

Alicia: I only wanted to tell you the truth... I don't trust Sammi. He's too-

Krissie: Sarcastic? Mysterious? Callous? HA! Oh I know honey, that's what he's like around the general public and people he dislikes! (beams) But with me he's a kind, loving, affectionate, respectful young man. FACT.

Alicia: I... (blinks) never would have guessed.

Krissie: (sighs) You're too judgmental sweetie. Listen to your heart instead of your head... Please. I'm sorry I overreacted. I really am. Ha, it's been a crazy week... (rubs head)

Alicia: It's... alright. And you're right, I don't know him well enough... I shouldn't judge like that... I better get back to class anyway.

Alicia calmly walks off.

Kexi: Kris, what the hell? (nervous laugh)

Krissie: I don't know why I ever trusted her Kexi, I really don't. She seemed so... sensitive when I found crying over the way Feesha was treating her. Now? She seems so, oh I dunno! Just plain rude sometimes (folds arms).

Kexi: Yeah I know... She's still cute though (beams)

Krissie: (smiles) Please don't tell me you fancy her, seriously Kexi? There's much nicer girls than her around, ha!

Kexi: I like the troubled ones. I feel like I can help 'em (winks)

Krissie: You like playin' with fire huh? (flirty grin)

Kexi: Hell yeah, hehe.

Part 5

INT. SCHOOL - ATELLE'S OFFICE - 2 DAYS LATER

Atelle is sat in her office chair, looking rather messy and staring into space. Dan slowly peaks behind the door.

Dan: Are... you OK, Atelle?

Atelle: ... Do I LOOK OK?!??!! Thanks to that slut Krissie I haven't sold any magazines all week!! (bangs head on desk)

Dan: Maybe she has a point Atelle? Maybe spreading lies and nasty rumors about people ISN'T nice.

Atelle: Who the HELL gave you that idea?? If people don't wanna be bad mouthed they should be friends with me! Shouldn't they Dan?!!

She slowly rises out her seat and grins evilly. Dan smiles nervously, backs up and shoots down the hallway.

Atelle: Useless little idiot!! He is helpful though... I guess.

She flops back down in her seat and sighs. She closes her eyes for a moment.

She sniffs the air, a soft fragrance fills her head. She shoots open her eyes to find Krissie standing in her doorway.

Krissie: Mind I have a friendly chat, hon?

Atelle: Hmph. What about?? Can't you see I'm busy being depressed about the fact I have no money!

Krissie: And what do you need money for huh? Your parents work?

Atelle: Course they do!... They never give anything to me.

Krissie: Aw, you poor thing (takes a seat)

Atelle: Don't pity me with your sarcasm!!

Krissie: (sighs) I wasn't being sarcastic Atelle. I came to apologize AND to give you some advice.

Atelle: I don’t WANT your stupid advice!

Krissie: Advice can be taken or left honey (smiles). I wanted to admit that I have called you many nasty names behind your back and I apologize. As I know you're just a very troubled young lady, yeah?

Atelle: I don't want your apologies!!

Krissie: (rolls eyes) But at least I only talk bad of you to my best friends. I don't go posting it on blogs and in magazines, now do I?

Atelle:... (glares sternly)

Krissie: So, there was the apology! (grins) Now for the advice. I'm not bragging here OK, I'm just giving you some facts honey. Our magazine sold 200 copies within 3 hours. According to your lovely little friend Dan, you've only ever sold 4 within that time space...

Atelle: Your magazine was NEW! It obviously sells more!! Then people get bored with it!

Krissie: True. But I had many random people come to us saying how kind and positive our words were. How fresh it was to read something unbiased and open minded (shrugs)

Atelle: ... So! What do you want with me?!

Krissie: Nothing sweetie. Just to tell you we're quitting making it! Ha! It had it's run, well, one issue, but we have homework to do and exams coming up, ya know.

Atelle: Seriously?...

Krissie: Yep! And since you've been a rather good sport, considering what you're usually like, heh-hem, here's a free copy!

Krissie flips out the Posirazzi magazine from her bag and places it on Atelle's desk. Krissie smiles kindly and walks out.

Atelle: (VO/Thinks): I've already glanced through the damn thing! It's all lying and mush!...

She opens at a random page then turns a few more. She freezes. She sees a big photo of herself (taken from her office by Dan probably) with a whole page dedicated to her.

It reads:
<i>I'd like to dedicate this article to someone who inspired me to create this magazine; Atelle Vaneesha! Many of us know her for her own magazine; Emerald High Scoops. But do we really know the real her? I feel she's been terribly misjudged, as she is simply a troubled young lady who could do with more love and appreciation. She's a skilled writer with a wonderful eye for publishing and design. She may be rather mean with her words but it's the only way she can express herself, I feel. Somewhere in her, like all of us, is a beautiful, kind person. Being kind to others is human nature. We cannot ignore human nature our whole lives, we must give in to it eventually. So next time you think you know someone, take into consideration that they may have their own personal problems in their lives.

We even have some kind quotes from Atelle's Elementary school friends! That we managed to track down.
"She was such an awesome, funny girl! She'd brighten up anyone's day." - Jenny Harper
"She was so outgoing and happy, from what I remember. Cool girl!" - Will Cartwright
"She was my best friend ever! I loved her so so much! I was so distraught when she moved away. Tell her I miss her!" - Samantha Freeman</i>

... Atelle is sat smiling as she reads, tears streaming down her face.

My fairy angel

Originally written: 28/5/2012

Just a little story about Amilia and her pure evil mom :3
Not sure where I was going with it at times, but blah, it's something to upload X'D

I wont say anything yet but DAMN, why do I keep shipping random people together??? I MUST BE STOPPED BEFORE SOMEONE GETS PREGNANT 8U *shot so hard*
Thanks for reading
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AMILIA'S HOUSE - HALLWAY - MORNING

There's a loud knock at the front door. Kaprica groans and turns up the volume on the TV. Another knock.

Kaprica: Who the hell's knocking this time in the morning??

She gets up and opens the door, and is shocked to find the delivery man with a huge package in his arms.

Kaprica: What the heck? I didn't order anything that damn big! What is it?

Delivery guy: No idea ma'am, I can't see through cardboard. For err, Amilia Rayzire?

Kaprica: ARGH! This is what I get for installing the damn internet! My teenage daughter ordering God-knows-what! AMILIA?!

CUT TO - HER BEDROOM

Amilia: Huh?? (huge smile) Oh my god!! My paints!... (horrified) Oh my god, my paints...

Amilia rushes to the front door, still in her pajamas.

Kaprica: Tell me what the HELL this is??

Amilia: It's just err, some, art stuff? (sweats)

Kaprica: Art stuff? You could fit a f*cking tiger in that box!

Delivery guy: I somehow doubt it ma'am... Anyway, I need a signature.

Amilia: Sure!

Amilia quickly signs before her mom can object and grabs the box. She squirms in horror at how heavy it is. It nearly rips her arms off.

Amilia: Th-a-n-ks...

She slowly drags it into the house, they just watch her, blankly.

Kaprica: (grumbles) How much does the contents of that damn thing come to?!

Delivery guy: $46.79c ma'am. Have a good day!

He skips off to his van, leaving Kaprica twitching in rage.

AMILIA'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - 1 MINUTE LATER

Kaprica: AMILIAAAAAAAAAA!!!! For the last time! We're broke! And your dad is working his skinny ass off for us to even get by and you go and buy art stuff! Art stuff!! What the f*ck IS art stuff???

Amilia's in the hallway, still pushing the box to her room.

Amilia: (whispers) Then why don't YOU get a job...

Kaprica: I heard that!! You know fine well I'm incapable of working due to my health! (lights a cigarette)

Amilia: (sighs) I used the last of my OWN savings for these.

Kaprica: Savings from when?? I never give you money!

Amilia: From my birthday.

Kaprica: That was months ago! You little liar! You haven't GOT any money! How DARE you go and blow nearly $50 of mine for such useless, stupid things like 'art stuff'! Pfft, you're so stupid Amilia! What is wrong with you? Get your priorities right! You stupid-

Amilia slams her bedroom door shut, putting a chair up against the doorknob. Then flings herself on her bed.

Amilia: Leave me alone... (holds back tears)

She calms down a few minutes later, so does her mom judging by the silence filling the house. Amilia just stares at the box. Wondering whether to even open it.

Amilia (VO):... I coulda got a million other things with that money... Damn it Amilia! Just send them back, it's not like I have TIME to paint anything, ugh! Even if I did mom would just spit on it, saying how all my hobbies are total wastes of time... Like she even HAS hobbies? She just smokes and sits on her butt all day! ... (sighs) I shouldn't think bad of her, she is my mom after all... We're just so different. I'm so different... Who am I kidding? I'm a freak! No normal person wastes money on paint. They spend it on clothes and jewelry. Normal, real, things that have actual uses... Why do I even bother?

She starts crying again, and buries her head in her pillow.

 SCHOOL - CAFETERIA - 2 HOURS LATER

Despite her mood, Amilia shows up on time. She slumps into her seat, opposite Krissie.

Krissie: Ooh no, don't give me the 'I'm fine' cutesie li'l smile, missy, I know you're upset. What's up?

Jason: Sammi's dick! (grins)

Krissie: I know it's early babe, but I'm dressed rather casually today! My cleavage hidden and everything (smiles playfully)

Sammi: Jason. Go f*ck yourself.

Jason: I saw a chance to make a joke, and I grabbed it. Grabbed it by the balls baby!!

Krissie: Someone's had too much coffee (glares at Jason. Drinks coffee) Anyway, c'mon, spill!

Amilia: (sighs) Basically, my mom thinks art is stupid.

Sammi: Art IS stupid.

Krissie: (tuts) Sammi!

Sammi: What? It kinda is. I couldn't stand art classes, man.

Krissie: (smiles) That's coz you f*cking sucked at it, honey.

Jason: WHOOP! Score one to Krissie!! (gets out insult chart)

Sammi: Fair enough.

Jason: If I said that you woulda killed me!

Krissie: I'm his sex toy, I get privledges! (winks at Sammi)

Sammi: (now insulted) You are NOT a sex toy.

Krissie: Ooh I forgot! You bought a sex doll last week, didn't you?! What was her name? (laughs loudly)

Jason: Akzeta! Oh wait, that's his mom! Motherf*cker!!

Krissie: (sweet smile) Some people find that term rather insulting honey.

Sammi: Go to hell Jason. And WHY do you encourage him babe??

Krissie: Oh hush I'm only kidding! (grins and leans on Sammi's shoulder) and he's funnyyyy.

Jason: Seriously though! Would you f*ck your mom if-

Sammi: What is wrong with you? Like, seriously...

Krissie: Heh-hem, we're losing the main point of the story here guys.

Sammi: The whut?

Krissie: Ya know Amilia, why don't you join the Art Club here? I can guarentee you're not the only one who has misunderstanding parents... I have ONE at least (rolls eyes)

Amilia: Another club? I'm already in RnR and mom thinks I'm stupid for-

Krissie: Mom, shmom! Honey, you wanna do something, you DO it! Who cares what your, obviously derranged mother, thinks? HA, I've heard enough from you about her and if I was you I'd have left home years ago!

Amilia: I'm 14.

Krissie: So? (drinks more coffee)

SCHOOL - CORRIDOR - LUNCHTIME

Amilia and Krissie are rushing down the corridor trying to find the Art Club room.

Krissie: I know it's around here! Ugh, maybe we should ask someone.

Amilia: How do you-

Krissie: OH! Kexi goes there, didn't I mention? She's a lovely girl! Moment I walk in with you she'll steal you from me and look after you, don't worry hon!

Amilia: Sounds great... (blows bangs out eyes)

Krissie: ... AH here we are! I knew it was along here.

Krissie pulls Amilia in, all eyes on them as they enter. Megan, the founder, comes over to them.

Megan: Hellooooo, you here to join? We're usually not 'open' but we do sometimes have lunch here. Better then sitting among the weirdos!

Krissie: Haha, yeah... This is Amilia, she'd love to join your club! (pushes her forward)

Amilia: I would??

Megan: Oh awesometastic! Ya know, we've been losing a few members since some dork opened that Crafts club. Basically the same thing, accept we deal with more dirty work.

Amilia: Dirty?

Megan: Yeah, mud, blood, extracts of oils from various plants.

Amilia: (squirms) O... K.

Megan: So just sign this (shoves clipboard at Amilia) aaaaand we're open in a couple hours actually! See ya soon!

Amilia: Thanks... (rushes out)

Krissie slowly follows Amilia and shuts the door behind her.

Krissie: See? That was easy wasn't it?

Amilia: She's... weird.

Krissie: Haha! She tends to comes across like that, yes. I've met her before, she knows Kexi, obviously.

SCHOOL - ART CLUB - 2 HOURS LATER

Megan: We have a new memberrrr, woo! Name?

Amilia: Err, Amilia. I thought you knew-

Megan: Age?

Amilia: 14.

Megan: Oooh Freshman everyone! Already come to express her love for creative art!

Amilia: (wants to curl up and die) Can I sit down now?

Megan: 'Course! So err, we were gonna discuss what's the best pens to buy but lets just assume it's Copic and do whatever the hell we want!

Megan runs off to a group and starts chatting to them. Amilia sighs, wondering if joining would make any difference.

???: Boo!

Amilia: EEP!

She whips round to find Kexi laughing at her.

Kexi: Hey 'Mi, you OK?

Amilia: Um, yeah. Are you Kexi? I'm not very good with faces, heh.

Kexi: Just remember I'm the Asian punk girl in too much make-up.

Amilia: (giggles) OK.

Kexi: So, I didn't know you were interested in art. Surprised you haven't joined before now.

Amilia: It's a... considering hobby?

Kexi: Hobby? It's the only thing people KNOW in some cases, hehe. Couldn't live without it, me.

Amilia: So (looks around) what do you DO here?...

Kexi: Nothing. Trust me. We usually just talk about art related crap. I don't stay for long to be honest. They let me borrow tools, all I come for.

Amilia: Tools?

Kexi: I sculpt.

Amilia: Sculpt? As in sculptures?

Kexi: The hint was in the name, yeah.

Amilia: Heh, sorry (sweats).

Kexi: Meh, no one's sure what you call it, but yeah. I make figurines and stuff.

Amilia: Oh wow... Of what?

Kexi: I'll show you (smiles)

KEXI'S HOUSE - LI'L LATER

Amilia: I... kinda shouldn't be here.

Kexi: Why not?

Amilia: I don't even know you...

Kexi: Hehe, well, if you become traumatized by the mess in my bedroom feel free to tell Krissie, she'll slap me for it!

Amilia: (giggles)

They go past the kitchen, where Kexi's mom, dad, brother and sister are. They don't see them at first.

Kexi: I'm back!

Mom: Oh hi dear! Brought a friend?

Kelly: Who's she? (glares at Amilia)

Kexi: The tooth fairy (winks).

Amilia: ??

Amilia's already confused and wondering why she agreed to check out her sculptures. But as Kexi opens her bedroom door she realizes exactly why she's there...

The whole room is beautifully cluttered with figurines. All colorful, pretty fairies or dark, gothic women with bat wings. All neatly lined up on shelf upon shelf. The sun through the window making all their wings glitter gracefully.

Amilia just gawps for a moment. Stunned by all the colors. And more so, that they were made by one person.

Amilia: You... They... How... I... they're gorgeous...

Kexi: Hehe, thanks! I have my first one somewhere. It's crappy but hey, it's a keeper.

Amilia: How?...

Kexi: Like I said, I get most my supplies from the Art Club. They're awesome like that. I have to pay SOMETHING but they're still cheap.

Amilia: Tools don't make you this amazing... (smiles)

Kexi: Practice? Hehe. Hey c'mere. I made one of myself like, ages ago.

She hands Amilia a figurine. It's base fits perfectly in her palm. Tiny, but detailed. It's a fairy with short black and purple hair, in a tattered black dress with grey butterfly wings. Sat on a tree stump, looking quite shy.

Amilia: Heh... It's beautiful (her eyes sparkle)

Kexi: Know the weird part? All my black fairies have bat wings, signifies their evil within. But, I wanted to be a good black fairy (smiles).

Amilia: Have you... Ever told Krissie about these?

Kexi: I mention now and then. It never really comes up. Fairies don't even come up in Art Club, pfft.

Amilia: (giggles) Mind me asking if you're obsessed with them?

Kexi: Errrr (looks around room)... Healthily.

They both laugh loudly.

KEXI'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - LATER

Amilia: Well, err, thanks for showing me your amazing collection.

Kexi: Anytime. Krissie told me this morning about how your mom thought art was pointless. I've just proved it's beautiful and jaw dropping, haven't I? (smiles)

Amilia: Haha... Wow, yeah. Thanks so much Kexi. See ya (grins)

Amilia rushes off down the street. Kexi watches her.

CUT TO - AMILIA'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM

Amilia: You what???

Kaprica: I sent back those stupid paints or whatever they were! Complete waste of money!

Amilia: But I really wanted them!-

Kaprica: I don't care! And why are you so damn late?? Where've you been hmm?

Amilia: I... I've been... I've been at Krissie's.

Kaprica: (grumbles) That loud, blond brat? Pfft, get some real friends Amilia, they all look stupid and fake.

Amilia snaps her eyes shut, pretending she never heard that, though it stings.

She runs off to her room and buries her head in her pillow again.

Amilia (VO): Why do I bother coming home?? All I get is lectured and shouted at for no reason!! (cries)

HER BEDROOM - FEW MINUTES LATER

Someone knocks on her door.

Amilia is writing in her notebook and ignores it.

Al: Amilia?

Amilia: Hm?? Dad?!

She rushes to open the door then flings her arms around him.

Al: Heeey, what's wrong angel?

Amilia: Ya know the paints I sent for last week? Mom sent them back! Ugh, she's so mean and she just doesn't caaare!

Al: Shhh (closes door) I had a feeling they'd turn up on a morning (sighs) I'll talk to her Amilia. I know how penny-pinching she can be, and for goodness sake, I make more than enough money to give you both gifts every week... You deserve everything in the world my angel (hugs her tight)

To save confusion I'll pitch in here lol. Amilia's mom wanted to live her own life and never wanted kids, thus had nothing to do with Al nor Amilia until she found herself broke (9 years later). So tracked them down and begged them to let her live with them. They both hate her, ce la vie 8D

Amilia: I hate her... I'm sorry but I do (cries).

Al: There, there angel. She'll be gone soon.

Amilia: Huh?

Al: Nothing. You better have something to eat, c'mon.

Amilia wipes her eyes.

SCHOOL - CAFETERIA - NEXT MORNING

Krissie waves Amilia over to their table.

Krissie: Weellll, how was the Art Club?

Amilia: Err, I wasn't there long... Kexi invited me to her house (smiles)

Jason: (spits lemonade everywhere) OH MY GOD SHE'S GAY FOR YOU!!

Krissie: Oh shut the hell up! (laughs) Oh sweet, so glad you're getting along! What did you do?

Amilia: Well, err, she showed me her fairy figurines. They're awesome.

Jason: I thought she was gonna say!-(Sammi clamps his jaw shut)

Krissie: Aaaah! She has mentioned before.

Amilia: Wait. You've never been in her room?

Krissie: No actually! Sounds silly but she's a rather private person, you know. Whenever we hang out we do it in my room.

Jason: Yuriyuriyuriyuriyuriyuriyuriyuri-(nosebleeds)

Sammi: (squirms) Dude, seriously.

Krissie: (smiles) Jason you perverted little cutie, stop it. Anyway hon, I'm happy you feel better about yourself! Art is such a wonderful thing, and such a rewarding hobby, I think. I don't know a great deal about it myself. But whatever! Isn't Kexi so damn sweet?? I'm thrilled you like herrrr! (hugs Amilia)

???: Hey ya.

Kexi is behind them. She has a small box in her hand.

Amilia: Oh hi (blushes)

Kexi: Brought you a little something.

She places the box on the table. She winks. She leaves.

Jason: BYE KEXI!!

Kexi ruffles Jason's hair as she walks past him.

Jason: Heeeeey! Not my hair, not my beautiful hair!!

Sammi: (rolls eyes)

Krissie: Oooh open it!!

Amilia pulls off the lid. She gasps. Then bites her lip, blushing like mad.

Krissie: Oh my goodness! It's gorgeous!

Jason: (reapplying hair gel) What is it??

Amilia takes a tiny fairy out the box. It has long, shimmering brown hair. Dressed in a pale pink dress with a hood and big gold wings. It's eyes stare shyly to the left. Amilia beams.

Krissie: Daaaaw, what a beautiful, thoughtful giiiift! (hugs Amilia's neck) Kexi!!! Come back here! We wanna snog your face off with gratitude!

Sammi: Yeah Kex, get yo ass back here! (laughs)

Jason: Wait! I'll get my camera!

Sammi: When were you into girl on girl?

Jason: I prefer guys for myself, but DUDE. Girl on girl is HOT!!

Sammi: Ahaaa...

Kexi jogs back, then sits next to Amilia.

Krissie: You sweetheart! It's the cutest fairy I've ever seen in my life! How'd you make them so small??

Kexi: Patience... And needles.

Amilia: You didn't have to make anything for me (sweet smile)

Kexi: Hehe. You're welcome and it was no trouble. Really.

Amilia: It's beautiful...

Kexi: (whispers in her ear) You're beautiful...

Amilia: o////////////////////////////o (faints)

Krissie: Oh my goodness! Amilia?!!

Kexi: It was something I said (wide grin)

AMILIA'S HOUSE - AFTER SCHOOL

She tries to sneak in, but, as usual her mom hears the door.

Kaprica: Oh? On time today are we??

Amilia takes a deep breathe. Then marches into the living room. Surprised her dad's there too.

Amilia: Hm? Dad??

Al: I took a half day off sweetheart. And we've been, talking...

Kaprica: (grumbles) Apparently we have money to waste on pointless hobbies. So your dumb dad here sent for your stupid paints again (rolls eyes)

Al: (smiles) What she's trying to say is she understands how much it means to you, aren't you darling?

Kaprica: Whatever (lights cigarette)

Amilia: Oh thank you dad! Thank you so much! (beams)

Kaprica: Don't I get a thanks??

Amilia: (deep breathe)... No.

Kaprica: Ugh! You little!!-

Al: (calm) Amilia, go to your room angel.

She rushes away, glad she finally said no to her mom. Al hears her door bang shut. He gets up and hovers over Kaprica.

Al: You lay one finger on her and I'm reporting you...

He sternly stares at her. She simply looks away and grunts.

Kaprica: She's my daughter. I can do what I f*cking want.

Al: You never wanted her... You rotton woman.

He sits back down.

Al: Surely you have somewhere else to go.

Kaprica: (slams fist on chair) For the last f*cking time!! None of my retarded relatives would take me in! They can all rot in hell!

Al (VO): YOU can rot in hell...

Kaprica puffs her cigarette for a minute. Al slowly gets up and grabs his jacket.

Al: ... I'm going to George's.

Kaprica: Have fun wasting my money.

Al: I gamble for fun, darling. And it's petty cash, you know it is. Also; It's MY money.

Kaprica switches on the TV, ignoring him.

Al calmly closes the front door behind him. He breathes the fresh air.

Al (VO): One day. One day it'll just be you and me Amilia. My precious angel...

Losers

Originally written: 16/5/2012 


Just some random bullsh*t I gave up on quick coz I just don't even know, OK? XD
But damn, I really should draw Feesha and Andy more lol, I'm having fun with them recently~
They are the main bullies after all, and they're constantly attempting evil for some reason... meh, they're funny, the end.

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Part 1

SCHOOL - HISTORY BLOCK - MORNING

Feesha is sat in class, tapping her fingers on the desk, half listening to the teacher. She stares for a moment.

Feesha: ... I've just had the most amazing idea EVER.

Andy is sat next to her, boredly reading his textbook.

Andy: Dye your hair black? It would stand out a LOT less than orange, you know (rolls eyes).

Feesha: No you black sh*t! (snarls) And for the record, black hair is disgusting!

Andy: You're only saying that because me and your childhood nemesis, Sammi, has black hair...

Feesha: I am going to hold a party!

Andy: Oh great. One problem, you have no f*cking friends.

Feesha: SHUT UP!!

The Teacher stops and glares at her. She smiles, fakely. He continues talking.

Feesha: (whispers) Not an 'invite yourself and get pissed' party you idiot. A party for the smartest people in school, only. So I can convince them that we should kick out all the idiots and losers, like you...

Andy evil eyes her.

Feesha: And fill this school with only the brightest, most promising minds, like mine! Everyday, supplies, resources, electricity, oxygen, is WASTED on people who couldn't give 2 sh*ts about school and hate coming here. WHY?? Why waste everyone's time and energy on total failures?!!??!?

Andy: Nice speech... But save it for your soap box, Francis.

Feesha: (clenches teeth) You dare utter my real name in public and I will make sure you never see daylight again!!

Andy: I never see daylight as it is, since I work for you 7-5 every bloody day.

Feesha: I want a new black side kick! (slams fist on desk).

Andy: I'm Indian, you f*cking stupid cu!!-

Teacher: Anderson! Maison!

They're both leaning towards each other, snarling, then turn and blink at the teacher. They both growl and lift their books in front of their faces.

Part 2

SCHOOL - CORRIDOR - THAT AFTERNOON

Sammi: More f*cking parties.

Sammi glances at a poster on the billboard. Jason shoves in front.

Jason: Oooh this one's for genuises!

Sammi: You're definitely not invited then.

Jason: (reads) "Anyone who has ever achieved an A+ in any subject is welcome! Your grades will be checked on entry".

Sammi: The hell? Who's hosting it? The chess club? Pfft.

Jason: Lol nope! Feesha!!

Sammi: ...

Ason: I know right??

Sammi: Did you just say 'lol' in reality?

Jason: Yus.

SCHOOL - CHESS CLUB - LATER

Joey: Check mate!

Joey sits back, looking rather pleased with himself. Flash to Karl, sat opposite him, looking very pissed. Karl knocks all the pieces off the board, onto the floor.

Karl: This game is f*cking stupid!!!

Joey: Well, I did offer to teach you some moves before hand. But you were adimant that you knew how to play, hahaha.

Karl: I do! You're just-just, you CHEATED!!

Joey: I did cheat actually. I let you keep 7 pieces that I could have easily taken, you didn't even notice! Admit it, you can't play, can you? (laughs)

Karl: As I said. THIS GAME IS F*CKING STUPID AND SO ARE YOU!!

Joey: Pleasure playing you, Karl!

Karl stomps out the room and shoves his hands in his pockets. He stares at the floor then suddenly bumps into someone.

Feesha: Oh! Hello Jeanry. Been to geek club have we? Pfft.

She smirks and rushes away, presumably plotting her evil. I mean, err, organizing her party. Karl glances down at the flyer she dropped.

Karl: Bitch... (he stomps on the flyer).

FEW MINUTES LATER...

Joey spots the flyer as he comes out of chess club.

Part 3

SAMMI'S HOUSE - HIS BEDROOM - EVENING

Sammi is sat on the edge of his bed, thinking. Jason is at the other end, half lying down and humming.

Sammi: Ya know, Feesha's always up to sh*t. Maybe WE should get up to some sh*t and find out what sh*t SHE'S up to at this sh*t suspicious party.

Jason: What’s so suspicious about it?? Then again (inspects poster) THIS HAS BEEN PRINTED WITH A-A LASER PRINTER!!! (insert lightning strike of doom).

Sammi: ... Dude. She stole that last week from Jameson's office. Remember? Or, more accurately, Andy Pandy and Kayron stole it FOR her.

Jason: So clear and shiny!... (awes at poster).

Sammi: (rolls eyes)... Anyway, I can get in easily, but you? Pfft.

Jason: FYI! (stands up on bed) I gained an A+ last year for my super awesome amazing acting skills in the school's production of Snow White!

Sammi: Err, HOW? (raises brow)... you were Dopey.

Jason: By begging and screaming at Mr Alten until he gave up! (wide grin)

Sammi: I see (deadpan as always).

Jason: No seriously! My begging and screaming was so realistic he HAD to raise my grade!!

Sammi: For f*ck-

Jason: Sooooooooooooo (sits back down, leaning towards Sammi) what do YOU have an A+ in, huh???

Sammi: Math.

Jason: HAHHAHAHHAHHAHAA!! (face drops) No seriously, what?

Sammi: Dude, you've known since forever I'm pretty good at math.

Jason: I have???

Sammi: Go ask Jameson tomorrow. Straight record of top-ass grades for Maths AND Algebra since I was 12.

Jason: ... I learn something new about you everyday (stares).

Sammi: Mmm... I know you can only process one f*cking fact at a time, so yeah.

Akzeta (Sammi's mom)(OS): Dinner's ready!

Sammi gets up and pushes Jason back, banging his head on the bed frame.

Jason: OWWAA!! You jerk!

Part 4

SCHOOL - FEESHA'S KINDA SECRET ROOM - NEXT MORNING

Feesha: Is everything sorted?

Andy: What NEEDS sorting? There's no food, drink, dress code or reason to even call it a bloody party!

Feesha evilly glares at him.

Andy: (sighs) The venue is Drama room 4, time; 3PM, as it's not in use.

Feesha: Perfect! I've always wanted to put the stupid massive drama rooms to good use! My voice will echo off the walls, there will be no escape from my words of justice!!

Andy: God help us.

SCHOOL - DRAMA ROOM 4 - 3PM - YEP THAT WAS QUICK

Feesha is dressed in a long red sleeveless dress. Looking more prom than president.

Andy: Well, if it isn't a dead, boobless version of Jessica Rabbit (smirks).

Feesha: F*CK OFF! I happen to like red. Makes me stand out among all these losers.

Andy: Of course. Matches your red hair.

Feesha: YOU'RE FIRED!!!!

Andy: Oh my god, seriously? (rolls eyes)

Feesha: NO! I f*cking hate you but you're reasonably useful so whatever black boy, get my speech!

Andy: Fffffffffffine... (stomps off and utters) only reason I started 'working' for you was you promised to drive Sammi out of school and make Krissie love me, and you've failed to even attempt such a thing. Useless bitch.

Kayron and Debbie are at the door, being the bouncer/grade checker for the evening. Good luck with that.

Various students come pouring in, dressed in whatever they were wearing for school. Each showing Debbie their certificates and exam papers to prove themselves worthy of tolerating Feesha's endless blabbing of hate and disgust at underachievers. Woo.

Andy hands Feesha her speech and glances at the main door. He spots Sammi in the line, so calmly walks over.

Sammi: Heeeey Debs!! How's life treatin' ya? Or should I say, How's Feesha treain' ya? Like sh*t?! (whispers threateningly) You should run while you still can...

Debbie blinks and leans back. Andy marches towards them.

Andy: Get lost Samuel!

Sammi: It's Samu-AL.

Andy: Whatever, you Arabian scum!

Sammi: (growls then spits at Andy)... Ya know what, f*ck you!! (whips out exam paper) read it 'n' weep Andy Pandy.

Andy: Y-you, MATH?? (wipes spit off face) You can't even count how many breats your slut of a girlfriend has!!

Sammi: That does it!

Sammi flings himself at Andy and pins him down, ready to punch his face in.

Andy: GAH! STOP PLEASE!! I'll pay you anything, don't harm my face! I need it for drama club!

Sammi: Gay sh*t (stands up).

Andy: I'll have you know I'm perfectly straight!

Sammi: You wont be when I get my hands on you!!

Andy: ...??

Sammi: (rolls eyes) I MEANT I will disfigure you, thus you won't be straight will you-oh forget it!!

Feesha: What the HELL is he doing here??? In fact, what the hell is Jason, Karl, Amilia, Krissie, Daisy, Kexi, Alicia, Scott, Cory, Joey, Cleo, Harritte, Cassandra, Gornellia, Nikki, Daniel, Dannielle, Tori, Evanio and Alex doing here???

Jason: You forgot Josh!

Feesha: AAAARRRGGH!! Get them out! I hate them all!

Jason: Dryagon isn't here either, he's sorta a main one, I guess. I don't even know half these people actually!! (grins)

Sammi: Why are they even considered main characters?...

Jason: Beats me!

Feesha: You gonna stand there and discuss casting or am I gonna ask why the hell Debbie and Kayron have let them in?!

Krissie: Haha! We've ALL gettin' A's at some point Feesha. And according to your obviously-not-very-well-thought-out-posters, anyone who's got an A is allowed in, sooo, joke's on you honey! (sticks tongue out).

Feesha: (nearly explodes)............ THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!! (points at Andy)

Andy: Of cooourse it is. Please don't kill me (bored).

Krissie: (sweet tone) Oh, someone WILL be killing you hon. What was that insult about Sammi's 'slut of a girlfriend'?

Andy: I-I-I didn't mean it!!

Sammi: Careful babe, no harming his face. Just a few kicks in the balls will do.

Krissie: HA! He HAS balls? I had no idea (laughs then punches Andy in the guts).

Andy immediately topples over in pain, then whispers to himself.

Andy: She's so attractive when she's mad... ACK!

Jason: So um, just so this doesn't feel like a cliff hanger, what was this 'party' for anyways??

Feesha: TO KILL YOU ALL!!

Jason: (smiles) Oh right!... Wait what???

Feesha flings something across the room, it immediately emits knock out gas and the students start falling like flies.

Sammi, Jason and Krissie just stand there, blinking.

Sammi: Seriously? That is so cliche-(faints)

Part 5

UNKNOWN LOCATION - 20 MINUTES LATER

In a black room.

Feesha: Remember when I promised I'd eliminate Samual Clanes Jr. and you would finally have your precious Kristina?

Andy: I said that 30 minutes ago, actually...

Feesha: I have done so. You no longer need to work for me Anderson... I will miss you. But alas, I will simply replace you with someone smarter and whiter.

Andy: Thank god.

Feesha flicks on the lights. Revealing Sammi and Krissie tied to chairs with cellotape in one of the club rooms in the Maths basement.

Andy: (confused)...What are you going to do with Sammi then??

Feesha: I will dispose of him.

Andy: You'll kill him??

Feesha: F*ck no! There's no way I'm going to prison for murder!!... Again (looks away)

Andy: What?

Feesha: Uugh!! Do you have ANY common sense? We will dispose of Sammi, then when Krissie wakes up I will TELL her I've killed her pathetic asshole of a boyfriend and she'll be so vulnerable and upset she's bound to love the first black guy she comes close to!

Andy: (gritted teeth) I'm Indian!

Feesha and Andy suddenly look forward. Krissie and Sammi are staring at them. Krissie raises a brow, Sammi looks ready to kill someone himself.

Feesha: Sh*t...

Krissie: Feesha, Feesha, Feesha... I know you're trying to be evil but what's wrong with just being nice? That goes for both of you. If Andy was nice I'd have at least dated him.

Andy/Sammi: Really??!!

Krissie: Hell no! All you ever do is brag about your f*cking money!

Andy: Girls like money!

Krissie: Well I don't, pfft. I have plenty of it, in fact, you can HAVE some. Maybe you'll be happy then hmmm??

Andy: At least I HAVE money! Unlike you're brainless, worthless boyfriend!

Sammi: GO TO HELL!! (struggles to escape from cellotape)

Krissie: I know you're just troubled young people, who have obviously had horrific childhoods... (sly glare) maybe we can help you.

Feesha: You can help HIM by kissing his face off! That's all he wants! I know for a fact you fancy her Andy, no point denying it, black boy!

Krissie: ?? He's not black, he's Indian-

Sammi starts breathing deeply.

Feesha: What's he doing??

Krissie: (smiles) Hyperventilating. He's allergic to bullsh*t honey.

Andy: Just let them go, this is stupid!!

Krissie: Yes. This IS stupid! I'll never ever love you Andy. I wasn't even aware you did until 5 minutes ago (squirms)... Though it would explain why you bragged so much at me. I just thought you thought I was a sh*theaded snob like yourself.

Andy: (snarls) You deserve better than that RAT!

Sammi: You're just jealous (laughs) jealous that I get to f*ck her every night wile you're all alone for all eternity coz everyone f*cking hates you!!!

Krissie: Everybody calm the hell down!... (blows hair strand out her eyes) let us go Feesha. We can discuss this like adults, ya know, with hand gestures.

Feesha reluctantly unwraps the cellotape off them. Krissie quickly punches Feesha's nose, making her fall over, screaming and Sammi picks up Andy and flings him against a wall.

Krissie: Least now you don't need an excuse to get a nose job (smiles)

Krissie and Sammi rush out the room with one of the chairs, putting up against the door, locking them in.

Feesha and Andy get up and stare at each other.

Andy: You know Feesha... I've always admired your hair.

Feesha: Go to hell I wouldn't kiss or engage in sexual activity with you if you were the last pink wearing, musical loving, straight man alive!!

Krissie: Why the hell you tell them we're having sex? (laughs loudly)

Sammi: To make Andy more jealous, DUH.

CUT TO

Jason: We've ran out of conclusions!! WOO!!!

Jason rides past the screen on a magical flying unicorn.

The end.