Everyone who knew me before 9-11 thinks that I'm dead.
Once again, no idea where this came from.
OLIVIA:
There is something terrible lurking here. Something sinister. Before I came here-no. I brought evil to this place.
I was born in Boston. Well, Lexington. Most people don't know the difference.
My upbringing - I had a happy childhood. Small town, eastern shore. Anglo-saxon, catholoc. Daddy managed a bank and mommy baked cookies. Dog played in the back yard while brothers went fishing. I turned sixteen and slowly started dying.
(Scene: Her at 16. OLIVIA, then known as ALLY, is sitting in an armchair, a math book on her lap, crying. BRIAN, her older brother, enters behind her.)
B: Al. Al. Alison.
A: Mmm?
B: You crying?
OLIVIA: Brian meant well, but every moment of my adolescence was torture. Boys wouldn't date me. My skin wouldn't clear. My grades wouldn't pick up. I was ugly and stupid and fat. Nothing was fun. I had no friends. I would have killed myself, but every time I tried, I chickened out.
I digress.
I did have one friend.
(Scene: GREG and ALLY are six. ALLY kisses GREG. He is disgusted.)
OLIVIA: Greg Sheppard.
(Scene: GREG, now 17, pushes Ally on stage on a desk chair. They are laughing.)
OLIVIA: We found that stupid char in the middle of July. Greg put it under an overpass near his house. We'd go there and talk for hours. Everyone at school thought we were dating, and taunts of 'nerd love!' followed us down the halls.
Greg and I were never in love. We both had standards.
That sounds a lot more shallow than it was.
In a movie, Greg and I would have been ugly in a Hollywood way. He'd have a scar on his cheek and I'd have bad eyebrows and glasses. Some miracle would happen and I'd get contacts and tweezers, and all would be well. We'd fall in love, go to Harvard together, make a ton of money, get married and go to the reunion with out pockets stuffed full of hundered dollar bills, prepared to buyand sell out past tormenters.
I love movies.
In reality, I went south to George Mason in Virgina, and he went to UCLA.
We stopped talking in college.
And then it was September.
(Scene: An airport counter.)
ALLY: Checking in!
OLIVIA: The long and short of it is I missed my plane.
(A pause.)
Everyone who knew me before 9-11 thinks that I'm dead.
OLIVIA:
There is something terrible lurking here. Something sinister. Before I came here-no. I brought evil to this place.
I was born in Boston. Well, Lexington. Most people don't know the difference.
My upbringing - I had a happy childhood. Small town, eastern shore. Anglo-saxon, catholoc. Daddy managed a bank and mommy baked cookies. Dog played in the back yard while brothers went fishing. I turned sixteen and slowly started dying.
(Scene: Her at 16. OLIVIA, then known as ALLY, is sitting in an armchair, a math book on her lap, crying. BRIAN, her older brother, enters behind her.)
B: Al. Al. Alison.
A: Mmm?
B: You crying?
OLIVIA: Brian meant well, but every moment of my adolescence was torture. Boys wouldn't date me. My skin wouldn't clear. My grades wouldn't pick up. I was ugly and stupid and fat. Nothing was fun. I had no friends. I would have killed myself, but every time I tried, I chickened out.
I digress.
I did have one friend.
(Scene: GREG and ALLY are six. ALLY kisses GREG. He is disgusted.)
OLIVIA: Greg Sheppard.
(Scene: GREG, now 17, pushes Ally on stage on a desk chair. They are laughing.)
OLIVIA: We found that stupid char in the middle of July. Greg put it under an overpass near his house. We'd go there and talk for hours. Everyone at school thought we were dating, and taunts of 'nerd love!' followed us down the halls.
Greg and I were never in love. We both had standards.
That sounds a lot more shallow than it was.
In a movie, Greg and I would have been ugly in a Hollywood way. He'd have a scar on his cheek and I'd have bad eyebrows and glasses. Some miracle would happen and I'd get contacts and tweezers, and all would be well. We'd fall in love, go to Harvard together, make a ton of money, get married and go to the reunion with out pockets stuffed full of hundered dollar bills, prepared to buyand sell out past tormenters.
I love movies.
In reality, I went south to George Mason in Virgina, and he went to UCLA.
We stopped talking in college.
And then it was September.
(Scene: An airport counter.)
ALLY: Checking in!
OLIVIA: The long and short of it is I missed my plane.
(A pause.)
Everyone who knew me before 9-11 thinks that I'm dead.