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Suzanne Lang
Biancheri
Creative Writing
16 December 2004
I Understand
Scene I: Nick and Lucy are driving a cardboard box car (supposed to be realistic).
Nick: So where are we going?
Lucy: Shhh, I’m trying to concentrate…looks at map on lap then back to the road.
Here, steer for me please.
Nick reaches over for the wheel.
Lucy: Thanks, grabs wheel back
Nick: Why are being such a bitch today…
Lucy: sighs sorry, its just…
Nick: What, sorry for calling you a bitch…
Lucy: Remember when my mom died a few months ago…
Nick: yeah…
Lucy: Well, my dad told me of this house that she used to live in…
Nick: That’s where we’re going.
Lucy: Yeah…
Nick: Okay, give me the map, where do we go?
Scene II, Lucy and Nick arrive at a rundown house. The once white paint was peeling off the wood. Chicago’s harsh winters were hard on this house over the years. Especially with no one looking after it. Lucy felt sorrow in the air. Nick looked nervous for her, but wanted to be supportive. They get out of the car and walk up to the house’s creaky porch. A step almost breaks as Nick puts his weight on it.
Nick: Whoa Luc, You sure this is safe?
Lucy: Wow look at this. This is where my mother grew up…
Nick: I’m Sure it was once a cute house.
Lucy: No Nick, look at it…Look beyond the peeling paint. I can feel the memories that happened here. There were so many good memories.
Lucy opens the door. It moans. She walks into dozens of cobwebs as she makes her way to the kitchen. Nick hates spiders and bats his hands around him wildly.
Lucy: Calm down Nick, gees.
Nick: Awe Luc you know I hate spiders…
Lucy walks over to a large mirror hanging above the dining room table. She gazes into it longingly. She wished that her mother were still with her. Why did she have to leave us…
(Suddenly her surroundings change. The stage crew comes out and pulls off the old house to replace it with the new version of it during the 1970’s.)
Lucy: thinking: what in the world?!?!? She keeps on staring at her reflection as the mirror changed from dusty to crisp and clear.
The wallpaper changed from the washed out to bright and clashed hues of the 70’s.
She turned around slowly and nearly jumped out of her skin. There before her stood her mother decades younger. She had to have been at least 16 or 17.
Lucy’s Mom, Annabelle: Mom, c’mon! You know I love Simon and Garfunkel, don’t you dare take it away from me!
Lucy’s Grandma, Rose: Oh well I’ll take away anything I damn well please young lady! You can’t go to a Simon and Garfunkel concert three hours away and sleep out there! It’s just not going to happen!
Annabelle: Joel’s mom is letting him go! Why can’t you be more like them? Why is it so hard to be cool?
Rose: Listen Anna, you can’t be like everyone else! I don’t want you turning into a big pothead! Not now, not when you’re so close to your future! I know you are going to smoke pot there I’m not stupid!
Annabelle: You don’t tell me what to do. I’m almost 18. Soon I’ll be an adult and leave this hellhole.
Rose: Someday you’ll thank me Anna.
Annabelle: Yeah sure, someday I’ll thank you. Thank you for ruining my life!
Annabelle runs off stage to other side into her room. Lucy runs after her.
Anna enters room. She jumps on bed and screams into her pillow. Lucy watches wide eyed. She recalls “the Christmas story” in her head. She feels like Scrooge.
Annabelle: Why, oh why the hell does crap like this always happen to me. She thinks that she knows how to take care of me, but she doesn’t. Sure what if I smoke pot…I know I’m not going to ruin my life with it. I’m not dumb and she doesn’t understand.
Lucy sits on the bed. She wants to reach out to her mother, but she can’t. This was just like the argument that she and her mom had before she died. She remembered smoking with Nick the night before. It felt like an elephant was on her shoulders. Her guilt over whelmed her. She’d give anything to see her mom and apologize.
Annabelle gets up from her bed and walks to her mirror. She looks into it for a long time, just staring, not making any facial expressions. Her face is somewhat frail. Her long dirty blond hair flows over her shoulders. She looked beautiful there standing in her long flowing neutral colored skirt and small brown tank.
Biancheri
Creative Writing
16 December 2004
I Understand
Scene I: Nick and Lucy are driving a cardboard box car (supposed to be realistic).
Nick: So where are we going?
Lucy: Shhh, I’m trying to concentrate…looks at map on lap then back to the road.
Here, steer for me please.
Nick reaches over for the wheel.
Lucy: Thanks, grabs wheel back
Nick: Why are being such a bitch today…
Lucy: sighs sorry, its just…
Nick: What, sorry for calling you a bitch…
Lucy: Remember when my mom died a few months ago…
Nick: yeah…
Lucy: Well, my dad told me of this house that she used to live in…
Nick: That’s where we’re going.
Lucy: Yeah…
Nick: Okay, give me the map, where do we go?
Scene II, Lucy and Nick arrive at a rundown house. The once white paint was peeling off the wood. Chicago’s harsh winters were hard on this house over the years. Especially with no one looking after it. Lucy felt sorrow in the air. Nick looked nervous for her, but wanted to be supportive. They get out of the car and walk up to the house’s creaky porch. A step almost breaks as Nick puts his weight on it.
Nick: Whoa Luc, You sure this is safe?
Lucy: Wow look at this. This is where my mother grew up…
Nick: I’m Sure it was once a cute house.
Lucy: No Nick, look at it…Look beyond the peeling paint. I can feel the memories that happened here. There were so many good memories.
Lucy opens the door. It moans. She walks into dozens of cobwebs as she makes her way to the kitchen. Nick hates spiders and bats his hands around him wildly.
Lucy: Calm down Nick, gees.
Nick: Awe Luc you know I hate spiders…
Lucy walks over to a large mirror hanging above the dining room table. She gazes into it longingly. She wished that her mother were still with her. Why did she have to leave us…
(Suddenly her surroundings change. The stage crew comes out and pulls off the old house to replace it with the new version of it during the 1970’s.)
Lucy: thinking: what in the world?!?!? She keeps on staring at her reflection as the mirror changed from dusty to crisp and clear.
The wallpaper changed from the washed out to bright and clashed hues of the 70’s.
She turned around slowly and nearly jumped out of her skin. There before her stood her mother decades younger. She had to have been at least 16 or 17.
Lucy’s Mom, Annabelle: Mom, c’mon! You know I love Simon and Garfunkel, don’t you dare take it away from me!
Lucy’s Grandma, Rose: Oh well I’ll take away anything I damn well please young lady! You can’t go to a Simon and Garfunkel concert three hours away and sleep out there! It’s just not going to happen!
Annabelle: Joel’s mom is letting him go! Why can’t you be more like them? Why is it so hard to be cool?
Rose: Listen Anna, you can’t be like everyone else! I don’t want you turning into a big pothead! Not now, not when you’re so close to your future! I know you are going to smoke pot there I’m not stupid!
Annabelle: You don’t tell me what to do. I’m almost 18. Soon I’ll be an adult and leave this hellhole.
Rose: Someday you’ll thank me Anna.
Annabelle: Yeah sure, someday I’ll thank you. Thank you for ruining my life!
Annabelle runs off stage to other side into her room. Lucy runs after her.
Anna enters room. She jumps on bed and screams into her pillow. Lucy watches wide eyed. She recalls “the Christmas story” in her head. She feels like Scrooge.
Annabelle: Why, oh why the hell does crap like this always happen to me. She thinks that she knows how to take care of me, but she doesn’t. Sure what if I smoke pot…I know I’m not going to ruin my life with it. I’m not dumb and she doesn’t understand.
Lucy sits on the bed. She wants to reach out to her mother, but she can’t. This was just like the argument that she and her mom had before she died. She remembered smoking with Nick the night before. It felt like an elephant was on her shoulders. Her guilt over whelmed her. She’d give anything to see her mom and apologize.
Annabelle gets up from her bed and walks to her mirror. She looks into it for a long time, just staring, not making any facial expressions. Her face is somewhat frail. Her long dirty blond hair flows over her shoulders. She looked beautiful there standing in her long flowing neutral colored skirt and small brown tank.