MY PLAY!! =)
Megan Ducker
2/9/05
P. 1
Brizzle for Shizzle
Cornelius: Preppy rich boy who thinks he is all that. He likes Bree.
Bree: An outspoken girl who is best friends with Sarah. She is trying to find herself as she enters high school, and while doing so she calls herself “Brizzle” and tries to act “gangster.”
Sarah: Brees best friend. She is very shy and has a big crush on Cornelius.
(Bell rings for lunch to start. Bree and Sarah meet in center and sit down to eat.)
Bree: Yo, Sizzle, hand me some of your chips.
Sarah: (Annoyed) Bree, I already told you, stop calling me Sizzle. My name is SARAH. You’ve called me Sarah since we were five, I don’t understand why you are stopping now…
Bree: Yeah, well I’ve told you a thousand billion times to call me Brizzle! Come on now Sizzle, get with the program.
Sarah: (sighs) Whatever Bree…So are you going to the homecoming dance?
Bree: Oh, hell no! Dances are for sissies. And I sure not one.
Sarah: But that’s all we ever talked about like all summer. What’s wrong with you? Ever since we started high school you’ve changed.
Bree: Sizzle, I think you are the one that’s changed.
Sarah: (backs away) Oh really? How so?
Bree: Like you looking at that prep boy… what’s his name again? Oh yeah, (laughs) Cornelius?
Sarah: (gives evil glare) He’s a very nice boy.
Bree: Who names their kid Cornelius?
Sarah: His parents. I think it’s a good name. It’s different, original.
Bree: Ha, you’ve got that right.
(Cornelius enters from stage right.)
Cornelius: (sits down next to Bree.) Hey, baby. How’s it going?
Bree: Eh, it was going pretty well until you sat next to me.
Cornelius: Oh, well that’s only because now it’s going great.
Bree: Ewe boy, get away from me. Now. (He ignores her.)
Cornelius: Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Cornelius; well you can call me Corky. (shakes Sarah’s hand.)
Sarah: Ah, hey. I’m Sizzle. Crap, I mean Sarah. Call me Sarah.
Cornelius: Alright Sarah it is. Anyways I have to go. My buddies are waiting for me.
Bree: God, you swear like their waiting for your dumb ass. Just go already!
Sarah: Nice meeting you Corky. (Corky give a wave goodbye and walk off stage right.)
(lights fade and new scene starts. Two weeks have passed. Sarah is sitting down eating her lunch while Bree enters from stage left.)
Bree: Yo, yo, yo! What’s up Sizzle? How’s everything cracka lackin?
Sarah: Eh, fine I guess.
Bree: Just fine? What’s up with dat?
Sarah: The dance is almost here Bree. Corky probably doesn’t even remember my name. It’s been two weeks since I’ve talked to him. If you even call that talking. Gosh, I’ll never be able to talk to guys. I’m hopeless.
Bree: Sarah, you aren’t hopeless. He’s ganna ask you, I know it.
Sarah: Do you really think so, Bree?
Bree: Yeah I do…but hey Sizzle cheer up! If he doesn’t ask you I’ll go with ya. Well have a kick ass time.
Sarah: I thought dances were for sissies, though?
Bree: Yeah, they are. But I’ll deal. (Sarah gives Bree a hug.)
Sarah: Thanks, Bree. I owe you.
Bree: Yeah, I know.
Sarah: Well, I’m going to go ask Mr. Web if he can help me out with my math homework. I’ve been having some trouble with it. I’ll see you 5th period k?
Bree: Alright, Sizzle. Peace.
(Sarah bumps into Cornelius when she leaves to stage left, then starts walking faster. Cornelius looks back at her and then takes a seat next to Bree.)
Cornelius: Hey, Babe. You’re looking pretty fine today.
Bree: Ewe, and you’re looking pretty ugly as usual.
Cornelius: Brizzle, stop trying to play hard to get. You know you like me, just say it.
Bree: (starts to laugh.) Umm how bout no.
Cornelius: Brizzle, you want me. Who doesn’t? It’s not my fault I was born with these good looks.
Bree: (acts like she is going to barf) Oh heck no. Tell me you did not just say that.
Cornelius: Brizzle, come on. You know it’s true. Just say it, “Corky I want you bad.”
Bree: (shivers) Those five words will never come out of my mouth. They might come out of Sarah’s mouth, though…
Cornelius: (confused) Who's Sarah?
Bree: My best friend! You met her a little while ago boy! Can’t you remember anything?
Cornelius: Eh, only the important things, like you. (puts hand on Brees’ leg)
Bree: (picks up Corkys’ hand in disgust and flings it at him.) Corky, you’re a sick kid. I don’t understand how my friend can even like you.
Cornelius: I don’t care about your friend Brizzle, its you I care about.
Bree: You don’t even know me! I’ve been acting like someone I’m not. I’m Breanna Elizabeth Morrson Spunkinmier III. Not Brizzle, and not your girl.
Cornelius: What? You just can’t change like that. But if you’re going to play hard to get, I might as well go ask Sarah to the dance.
Bree: No! She already has a date.
Cornelius: Oh yeah? And who is that?
Bree: Me.
2/9/05
P. 1
Brizzle for Shizzle
Cornelius: Preppy rich boy who thinks he is all that. He likes Bree.
Bree: An outspoken girl who is best friends with Sarah. She is trying to find herself as she enters high school, and while doing so she calls herself “Brizzle” and tries to act “gangster.”
Sarah: Brees best friend. She is very shy and has a big crush on Cornelius.
(Bell rings for lunch to start. Bree and Sarah meet in center and sit down to eat.)
Bree: Yo, Sizzle, hand me some of your chips.
Sarah: (Annoyed) Bree, I already told you, stop calling me Sizzle. My name is SARAH. You’ve called me Sarah since we were five, I don’t understand why you are stopping now…
Bree: Yeah, well I’ve told you a thousand billion times to call me Brizzle! Come on now Sizzle, get with the program.
Sarah: (sighs) Whatever Bree…So are you going to the homecoming dance?
Bree: Oh, hell no! Dances are for sissies. And I sure not one.
Sarah: But that’s all we ever talked about like all summer. What’s wrong with you? Ever since we started high school you’ve changed.
Bree: Sizzle, I think you are the one that’s changed.
Sarah: (backs away) Oh really? How so?
Bree: Like you looking at that prep boy… what’s his name again? Oh yeah, (laughs) Cornelius?
Sarah: (gives evil glare) He’s a very nice boy.
Bree: Who names their kid Cornelius?
Sarah: His parents. I think it’s a good name. It’s different, original.
Bree: Ha, you’ve got that right.
(Cornelius enters from stage right.)
Cornelius: (sits down next to Bree.) Hey, baby. How’s it going?
Bree: Eh, it was going pretty well until you sat next to me.
Cornelius: Oh, well that’s only because now it’s going great.
Bree: Ewe boy, get away from me. Now. (He ignores her.)
Cornelius: Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Cornelius; well you can call me Corky. (shakes Sarah’s hand.)
Sarah: Ah, hey. I’m Sizzle. Crap, I mean Sarah. Call me Sarah.
Cornelius: Alright Sarah it is. Anyways I have to go. My buddies are waiting for me.
Bree: God, you swear like their waiting for your dumb ass. Just go already!
Sarah: Nice meeting you Corky. (Corky give a wave goodbye and walk off stage right.)
(lights fade and new scene starts. Two weeks have passed. Sarah is sitting down eating her lunch while Bree enters from stage left.)
Bree: Yo, yo, yo! What’s up Sizzle? How’s everything cracka lackin?
Sarah: Eh, fine I guess.
Bree: Just fine? What’s up with dat?
Sarah: The dance is almost here Bree. Corky probably doesn’t even remember my name. It’s been two weeks since I’ve talked to him. If you even call that talking. Gosh, I’ll never be able to talk to guys. I’m hopeless.
Bree: Sarah, you aren’t hopeless. He’s ganna ask you, I know it.
Sarah: Do you really think so, Bree?
Bree: Yeah I do…but hey Sizzle cheer up! If he doesn’t ask you I’ll go with ya. Well have a kick ass time.
Sarah: I thought dances were for sissies, though?
Bree: Yeah, they are. But I’ll deal. (Sarah gives Bree a hug.)
Sarah: Thanks, Bree. I owe you.
Bree: Yeah, I know.
Sarah: Well, I’m going to go ask Mr. Web if he can help me out with my math homework. I’ve been having some trouble with it. I’ll see you 5th period k?
Bree: Alright, Sizzle. Peace.
(Sarah bumps into Cornelius when she leaves to stage left, then starts walking faster. Cornelius looks back at her and then takes a seat next to Bree.)
Cornelius: Hey, Babe. You’re looking pretty fine today.
Bree: Ewe, and you’re looking pretty ugly as usual.
Cornelius: Brizzle, stop trying to play hard to get. You know you like me, just say it.
Bree: (starts to laugh.) Umm how bout no.
Cornelius: Brizzle, you want me. Who doesn’t? It’s not my fault I was born with these good looks.
Bree: (acts like she is going to barf) Oh heck no. Tell me you did not just say that.
Cornelius: Brizzle, come on. You know it’s true. Just say it, “Corky I want you bad.”
Bree: (shivers) Those five words will never come out of my mouth. They might come out of Sarah’s mouth, though…
Cornelius: (confused) Who's Sarah?
Bree: My best friend! You met her a little while ago boy! Can’t you remember anything?
Cornelius: Eh, only the important things, like you. (puts hand on Brees’ leg)
Bree: (picks up Corkys’ hand in disgust and flings it at him.) Corky, you’re a sick kid. I don’t understand how my friend can even like you.
Cornelius: I don’t care about your friend Brizzle, its you I care about.
Bree: You don’t even know me! I’ve been acting like someone I’m not. I’m Breanna Elizabeth Morrson Spunkinmier III. Not Brizzle, and not your girl.
Cornelius: What? You just can’t change like that. But if you’re going to play hard to get, I might as well go ask Sarah to the dance.
Bree: No! She already has a date.
Cornelius: Oh yeah? And who is that?
Bree: Me.