Tuesday, November 17, 2015
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In Chapter 7 of BABY HEISTER, wannabe bank robber Kelsey Hazard attends her first day of high school at her new school, and runs afoul of a 'popular kid' bully ...
EXT. CHAPARRAL HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
Blinding bright sunlight.
Gorgeous mountains in the background.
A quaint, Spanish mission-style
building on well-tended grounds.
The exact opposite of ‘urban.’
STUDENTS stream into the building,
excited, chattering with each other
on the first day of the new school year.
They’re mostly fresh-scrubbed
Kelsey appears at end of the walkway.
Looks out of place in her motorcycle jacket,
black jeans and boots.
She sighs. Stomps out her smoke.
Starts walking toward the building.
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
A bright, nicely appointed
classroom filled with kids.
WELCOME BACK is written on
the green blackboard in white chalk
in perfect cursive lettering. An omen.
MRS. POTTS (50’s), the teacher,
is a plump earth mother of the desert.
And she’s got the Native American
jewelry to prove it.
Not to mention the
‘dream catcher’ earrings.
Good MORNING, class.
Welcome back to Chaparral High.
I know you’re all really excited
to be back for your senior year --
The door BANGS OPEN.
In walks Kelsey. Sullen.
Still wearing her shades.
She walks over.
Hands Mrs. Potts a slip of paper.
Ah, yes --
(to the class)
Everyone, this is Kelsey Hazard.
She’s just transferred
here from Venice Beach.
I hope you’ll all make her
feel real welcome.
Why don’t you find a desk
and make yourself comfortable, Kelsey.
She nods. Starts walking toward
the back of the classroom.
A PAIR OF JOCKS
Watch her. Whisper to each other. Snickering.
One of them sticks his leg out to trip her.
Sees it out of the corner of her eye.
Approaches his desk.
STEPS on his foot with her
steel-toed boot. LINGERS a moment.
You should be more careful.
Someone could get HURT.
She PRESSES her full weight down,
steps off, and walks to an empty desk.
Sits. Smirking. Mrs. Potts sees this.
Is that any way to greet a new student?
Shame on you. Apologize to Kelsey, RIGHT NOW.
(under her breath)
Not half as sorry as you’re gonna be
if you fuck with me again.
What was that, Kelsey? I didn’t hear you.
I SAID -- not half as sorry as you’re
gonna be if you FUCK with me again.
He tried to fucking TRIP me.
What kinda bullshit is that?
I don’t know what kind of language
you got away with at Venice High,
but NOBODY talks like that in
MY classroom. Do you understand?
Kelsey nods. Gives her a salute.
Won’t happen again.
A couple of BLAND-LOOKING CHEERLEADER TYPES
lean over. Whisper to each other.
(takes a breath)
Okay. Homework assignment.
I’d like you all to write an essay tonight
about what you did on your summer vacation.
And then tomorrow you’ll read them aloud
in front of the class.
Doesn’t that sound like FUN?